I got my room painted today; my old walls were scarred, chipped, worn...memories
But the past is in the past, the paint has already dried. So why can't I forget? Why can I still hear them, the memories echoing through the room like restless spirits.
I just have one question, if I peeled back a coat or two, would the scars beam with pride? And would the walls still bear the scars proudly?
I guess a new coat will be good.... still underneath the glaze of perfection, the scars are still hiding and the walls are still whispering...
Yet I will remember,
only
me
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
I got my room painted today; my old walls were scarred, chipped, worn...memories
But the past is in the past, the paint has already dried. So why can't I forget? Why can I still hear them, the memories echoing through the room like restless spirits.
I just have one question, if I peeled back a coat or two, would the scars beam with pride? And would the walls still bear the scars proudly?
I guess a new coat will be good.... still underneath the glaze of perfection, the scars are still hiding and the walls are still whispering...
Yet I will remember,
only
me
