White Walls

TIs funny how you don't paint over the stains after we fight

they just sit there on your white walls

I know how much you love them

how they bring memories of the good Ol' days

I remember the faded red stain

the first fight we had

 I spilt my wine

we laughed after it wouldn't come out

I hope you're happy in your little white  painted walls

I hope you never change

I wish the best for you

and your white painted walls