Memories In Paint, a poem by Drem
June 19, 2016
“With each layer of paint scraped away
in this old broken house,
I imagine the lives of the generations lost
that have lived here before me.
A little girl was born.
A little boy was born.
To cure a melancholy heart.
And now there’s a beautiful rainbow
under my feet
decorating the cold
(C) Drem 2016
This was going to be just a short quote but it turned into this pretty thing.