if walls could talk

We grew up in the same place

but; you cant see the green hearts I scribbled on the walls with crayon

Because they painted over it

That's ok now you get to draw your own masterpieces

they'll paint over that too

And one day we will both look at the same whitewashed walls

Relishing the memories of our childhood and our supposed brilliant artistry

They say if walls could talk they'd have a thousand stories to tell.

One would be mine

One would be yours

and one would be ours <3

-P