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TROUBLED WALLS
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OH WHAT A JOURNEY! Weathered walls began to yell
Plaster from the ceiling fell.
Crumbled walls began to cry
Long after the paint was dry.
These walls trembled and
shook
No more water in the brook.
Needing paint and repair
Like running a comb through
their hair.
When your walls begin to
shout
You'll understand what I'm
writing about.
this is a metaphor about a family breaking up and fighting all the time. the metaphor is troubled walls.
(c) copyright heather burns
When your walls begin to
shout,
You'll understand what I'm
writing about.
look at the above lines..so romantic , which are manking the whole poem very much meaningful..sure when wall cry , you satrt writing that.. you are prison and wish to fly like a bird towards the free air and where there are other birds waiting for.. means you wish to be with me... when feel lonliness sweet eyes.. love this poem and your inne fire and sweet feelings.. love it sweet eyes..!!!!
Do you understand what I'm writing about?