• zukkah 5w

    The Wall.

    I was a fierce wall. Strong, proud and sturdy.
    She was complex with her canisters of palettes.

    She sang as she swayed spraying endlessly.
    She sprayed me with deep kisses and bullets.

    We had sunny beautiful color filled days.
    And had sad, dark, cloudly doomish days.

    She caused me a lot of joy, pride and vigor.
    Other times i was full of shameful demeanor.

    I never knew i could feel pain before i met her.
    I never knew there was joy beyond my sliver

    I hate that she did what she wanted and left.
    I love that she gave me the chance to feel at all.

    I was a fierce wall. Strong, proud and sturdy.
    I was met by a breeze. And she was my graffiti.
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