The walls told me stories
so i sat and listened well
alot of memories
were to strange to tell.
This old ground was stepped on too much.
This old shoes were worn out
and the truth finally came out.
His obsession with hugs.
His worlds that just talked.
The hands that they touched and
the lips we lived up.
The walls told me all, but it wasn’t right.
It was too early to start.
so i stood up and walked away from the knowledge
i could’ve had.