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Trips to New York City Audrey Hepburn Online shopping and weekends I cried my soul out My walls tell a story Quotes that made me feel something tickets from my happiest days Fabric birds from a place where my heart belongs My walls tell a story How my ex boyfriends mom treated me like her own daughter Days my dad treated me like his daughter My walls tell a story Tucked away in the top drawer on the right hand side of my desk is a photo that tells the beginning of the story it used to be a piece of the map on my wall but now, it sleeps hidden beneath my wall of tales and better times It marked the beginning of what I believed to be my happy ending the week I'll never forget It still tells a story, our story but doesn't deserve to be on display only taken out for the eyes that I choose I hide all of my folded photos, my stained memories my drawers are over filling with misconceptions and insecurities My drawers tell a story I need to clean up but my back hurts my heart aches My floor tells a story I'm just too tired It's best I sleep My bed tells a story All while I remain silent   I'm trying to forget why I feel sad but I keep tripping over my regrets and Old mistakes I'm sick of these stories Get rid of these stories Break down my walls Happy times are mocking me cause I don't feel happy any more Can't make good memories anymore Cause the people I made them with left and left my walls shaking crumbling but reminding me My walls tell a story
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Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 10:41 PM UTC
My walls tell a story
Trips to New York City Audrey Hepburn Online shopping and weekends I cried my soul out My walls tell a story Quotes that made me feel something tickets from my happiest days Fabric birds from a place where my heart belongs My walls tell a story How my ex boyfriends mom treated me like her own daughter Days my dad treated me like his daughter My walls tell a story Tucked away in the top drawer on the right hand side of my desk is a photo that tells the beginning of the story it used to be a piece of the map on my wall but now, it sleeps hidden beneath my wall of tales and better times It marked the beginning of what I believed to be my happy ending the week I'll never forget It still tells a story, our story but doesn't deserve to be on display only taken out for the eyes that I choose I hide all of my folded photos, my stained memories my drawers are over filling with misconceptions and insecurities My drawers tell a story I need to clean up but my back hurts my heart aches My floor tells a story I'm just too tired It's best I sleep My bed tells a story All while I remain silent   I'm trying to forget why I feel sad but I keep tripping over my regrets and Old mistakes I'm sick of these stories Get rid of these stories Break down my walls Happy times are mocking me cause I don't feel happy any more Can't make good memories anymore Cause the people I made them with left and left my walls shaking crumbling but reminding me My walls tell a story
#sad#memories#walls#mementos
elle-nell
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Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 10:41 PM UTC
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