The walls, they talk
If you care to listen
I choose to
Run my hand through the words
Picking up little letters
They mean nothing separated,
But together tell a story
What story is etched on your walls?
What letters will my fingers pick up
As they trail across your skin
Will it be in a language I understand
Or will your story remain a secret,
Too confusing for me to comprehend
One thought on “Your Walls”
Ahhh! The stories to be told.