If my walls could talk they would have a lot to share, my secrets and feelings would be thrown out there. My fears, my hopes, my ambitions, my dreams. The walls know more than I do it seems. If my walls could talk, they would have many a story for you. From all the times I cried my self to sleep over you. My walls could tell our story better than you or I. My walls are a vault of secrets. Bursting at the seams.They know more than I think they do, and that scares me. But if my walls could speak today. They would tell a story of the journey made. From a girl long ago who would cry for lost love, to a woman who found love, but this time she found it in her self.