My Walls Covered
In these four corners lines lay empty..
Waiting for this pen to spill thoughts that are plenty..
I hope I finish before the water washes it away..
While trying to keep an upbeat write before a tear takes the day..
I can smear words of love and sadness on paper to line my walls..
No spot left uncovered , just waves of thoughts that will not fall..
With my words that have color and a color that speaks words..
My playground to write is in peace, and hate will not disturb..
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