The wall in my house is white.
A wall that used to be filled with light, color, happiness, now stands emotionless. Bare.
And all I can do is remember what I've lost.
-some things don't last forever
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Daydreaming | Wattys 2019
Poetryday•dream (n) a series of thoughts that distract one's attention from the present. - A collection of poems made by yours truly. All Rights Reserved © 2018 Juanita Cadavid
