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These ivory walls
I’ve painted on
over moments and time.
And I don’t regret it.
It’s been a dream of mine
to leave my mark
and leave something
that people can talk about
when all my days are through.
These ivory walls will be the piece
I leave for those to remember me by.
People will know the love that I had
with one man who saw what I didn’t
see in myself for a time.
And on these walls are the stories,
that will be passed down
from generations to come.
Because I knew all the things
my man did when I wasn’t around.
He’s my muse and I’m in his pretty head
just waiting for something to come along.
But if I waited for things,
I wouldn’t be able to learn
and grow into who I want to be.
It’s not a crime to be loved
by someone who wanted
a woman who knows what
she is to a world that just wants
to break her apart.
These ivory walls
I’ve painted on
can only show the memories
people talked about.
But what I’ve written down,
are the memories that made
me love him even if time
wasn’t on our side
for so much of the story.
And he said, “we’ve made
most of the story turn into folklore”
when they saw us around
in love or fighting about the things
that happened in the past.
He said, “darling, what’s wrong?”
when all that I could do was cry.
But we are still in the beginning of it all,
I’m just a romantic reminiscing about
the things that could happen
if we quarantined in Atlanta, Georgia
away from the stresses of all the hell
the world would drive into the picture.
But I just hear a Lana Del Rey song
in my quiet room at my mother’s house,
it said, “I just want to dance with you”
and that’s what I’ll do after reading
Sylvia Plath and Emily Dickinson
to keep you in my heart and my mind.
Like Zelda, I’ll save you the waltz
when you come by to stop me from crying.
Between these ivory walls are the stories,
we will make one you’ll see my love to be true.
Because what I feel cannot be written down
in poetry, prose, or song.