Blank Walls

My bed on a side, a study table to my right

A mahogany book shelf, in it accolades, my pride

A series of black and white head-shots, how I changed

And a dressing table, a cupboard full of teenage make-up mind

Stickers everywhere,  the painter in me on every wall

Crafts and designed handkerchief, tucked in  a special box

Scented erasers, barbie’s dresses

Hidden personal diary, latest album cassettes

My den, my recovery room, decorated haphazard

But it was mine

 

No picture, no painting

No folly of my mind on these walls

What can you take away if I don’t give you anything?

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