February 17, 2017 by ebbtide paint Poetry change, friendship, life, moving, paint, poem, Poetry, sadness, walls 5 Comments I can’t scrape away the last of my paint just can’t though I’ve been peeling myself away from these walls seven years now new walls, yes, can wear my color it’s yours I’ll miss © Sarah Whiteley Share this:FacebookEmailTwitterLike this:Like Loading... Related
Beautifully written!!
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Hang in there. We change yet we endure, We endure yet we change.
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Love the metaphor in this one.
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Resonating with this one…
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beautiful , Sarah ❤
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