As the windows fog they show all
That’s happened in this place
The handprints of those who walked before
Even some imprints of their faces
They tell stories of days of toil, woe, and joy
Of games played, actions done
And many a moment between a girl and boy
Since the time this place begun
No one ever thought or bothered to clean
The windows and their panes
After the years that would be mean
For the memories there cannot simply come again
Across the walls are scribbles and such
To mark the time and place
Of many a start and many an end
Childish larks and young love tactics
JJ and RE In Love 4ever
About the Creator
Tina Rose
Life Long writer, Reader, tea lover, and Self care advocate.
Just trying to bring a little light and joy into this world.
My Instagram: @tina_rose91.
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