Monday, April 27, 2009


Monday, April 27, 2009
We painted the wall green
It was you who decreed it so
I wanted it to stay white, like canvas
Beautifully blank

I remember watching you climb the ladder
Feeling regret that I wasn't helping
Too stubborn to do anything but stand still
Hoping you wouldn't fall

We were younger then, stronger
And now in the midnight of our lives
With the tides shifting against us
I cling to your light

I have hope for us
That everything will be okay
But sometimes I wish we had never painted that wall
I liked when it was beautifully blank.


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