If These Walls Could Talk

This is one of my poems ​

If These Walls Could Talk​

Countless tears have rolled down her face​

As she lays in bed at night dreaming of a place​

A place to call her own, where the right person will break down her wall of stone​

She puts on her makeup, brushes her long hair​

She slips into her jeans with the bell bottom flare​

Gazing in the mirror like many times before​

Her beauty is something she always ignores​

She sketches the faces of her many inspirations​

And turns them into her own creations​

She listens to their songs that put a smile on her face​

While she strums her guitar and sings along with the pace​

She has so much potential to be something great​

If only she would realize tomorrow may be too late​

But she is afraid of the unknown, so she sits here alone​

Her feelings she hides, stay locked up inside​

If these walls could talk, and let you see​

They would tell you who I am, and show you the real me​