• poetry2112 23w

    Old Walls

    Im beginning to blend in with these old walls
    Common colors silent echos and still standing tall
    If you touch her exterior you will feel the coldness of a heart that was broken with lovers to mourn
    Day and night its the same old song as i sit and ponder watching vacant walls
    Never forgetting the years i spent in your silent storm

    Chelsea Rene Alford