Stella Leanna
Member
Like what the thread title said, it's a simple poem I wrote, nothing really too deep about it... the type of poem almost anyone can understand and somehow relate to. I was inspired when I was watching my dad paint the walls of my grandma's house. Although I think walls and paint are used a lot in poems, but all the same, it was interesting to write. Read on, and as usual, I'd like to hear your comments/suggestions. 
Painting Walls
He paints his wall in crimson
To cover up yesterday's faults
Choosing to ignore their insults
And stop listening to their taunts.
He paints his wall in yellow
And forgets about all the regrets
To relieve himself of the lies and deceit
And be true to himself instead.
He paints his wall in purple
Respect he's long been hoping for
Tired of his life of sex and vice
The life he truly abhorred.
But soon his wall begins to peel
His past in perfect view...
He abandons his once hope-filled plans...
His plans to start anew.
Painting Walls
He paints his wall in crimson
To cover up yesterday's faults
Choosing to ignore their insults
And stop listening to their taunts.
He paints his wall in yellow
And forgets about all the regrets
To relieve himself of the lies and deceit
And be true to himself instead.
He paints his wall in purple
Respect he's long been hoping for
Tired of his life of sex and vice
The life he truly abhorred.
But soon his wall begins to peel
His past in perfect view...
He abandons his once hope-filled plans...
His plans to start anew.