What if the walls could speak?

They'd tell us stories of sorrow.
Of people who lived, and people who died.
Into the late night, of those who cried.
Cried till their tears ran dry.
Cried till there were no more questions why.

What if the walls could speak?

They'd tell us stories of guilt.
Of how burdens of one person, felt like the world.
And how moments of a tragedy began to unfurl.
Unfurled into bitterness of regrets.
Unfurled and then surrendered to fate.

But then again, what if the walls could speak?

They'd tell us stories of peace.
Of the silence that soothes us once in a while
A moment or two that lets us rest for a while
Rest and take a deep breather
Rest, as light as a feather

And also, what if the walls could speak?

They'd tell us stories of hope.
Of the tears, angst, fear that turned into determination
That would people want to be more than just an inspiration
The want, so deep and fierce
The want, that would always pierce

So, what if the walls could speak?

It'd be interesting and I'd be damned
But I'd also freak out
Cause all I want to do is go to sleep...
Not talk to my walls.

-
(I'm sorry hahaha I couldn't end this solemnly I had to!!!)

Got the idea for this earlier on when I got home, was in my room doing my face stuff and then I was wondering what kind of stories the walls held, of the people who lived there before me, of the events that happened before I existed into its stories. What did it witness? Probably a million and one stories apart from the ones I could think of.

Hope you like it :)

(No tagboard uh so tweet me if you liked it or sth idk or don't do anything IDK)

Labels: poem

What if the walls could speak?

They'd tell us stories of sorrow.
Of people who lived, and people who died.
Into the late night, of those who cried.
Cried till their tears ran dry.
Cried till there were no more questions why.

What if the walls could speak?

They'd tell us stories of guilt.
Of how burdens of one person, felt like the world.
And how moments of a tragedy began to unfurl.
Unfurled into bitterness of regrets.
Unfurled and then surrendered to fate.

But then again, what if the walls could speak?

They'd tell us stories of peace.
Of the silence that soothes us once in a while
A moment or two that lets us rest for a while
Rest and take a deep breather
Rest, as light as a feather

And also, what if the walls could speak?

They'd tell us stories of hope.
Of the tears, angst, fear that turned into determination
That would people want to be more than just an inspiration
The want, so deep and fierce
The want, that would always pierce

So, what if the walls could speak?

It'd be interesting and I'd be damned
But I'd also freak out
Cause all I want to do is go to sleep...
Not talk to my walls.

-
(I'm sorry hahaha I couldn't end this solemnly I had to!!!)

Got the idea for this earlier on when I got home, was in my room doing my face stuff and then I was wondering what kind of stories the walls held, of the people who lived there before me, of the events that happened before I existed into its stories. What did it witness? Probably a million and one stories apart from the ones I could think of.

Hope you like it :)

(No tagboard uh so tweet me if you liked it or sth idk or don't do anything IDK)

Labels: poem