These walls hold the secrets of many before us
They shout the words of anger coming from drunk lips
They bury the cries of the broken hearted
They hold the whispered sweet nothings of lovers
They gleam with laughter of a family
They hum to the silence of a sleeping baby
These walls are painted with the raw emotion of people I’ve never met
I stare at them blankly trying to figure out where to start my story
Jan 17, 2022
Jan 17, 2022 at 11:36 PM UTC
These walls hold the secrets of many before us
They shout the words of anger coming from drunk lips
They bury the cries of the broken hearted
They hold the whispered sweet nothings of lovers
They gleam with laughter of a family
They hum to the silence of a sleeping baby
These walls are painted with the raw emotion of people I’ve never met
I stare at them blankly trying to figure out where to start my story
