Posters

So I bought these posters the other day...
I was actually happy since I could decorate my room now.
They had so many colors and stuff, and the back was a clean white.
They smelled new and were of all the shows I liked.

I stuck them all up to my wall with tape.
They were there through light and dark.
It was a delight to see them there everyday.
Even through that one tough day, I saw them up there.
I felt better actually.
My best friend came over and comforted me.
He understands how it feels more than anyone.

One poster almost fell today, but I managed to stop it.
I pushed it back against the wall and went to sleep.

Two of them almost fell, but I did the same.
They stuck back up nicely.

The two that almost fell seem to have fallen.
I was kind of sad, but I got new tape and they were
back on the walls almost instantly.

I don't understand why these keep falling, but
it doesn't matter since I keep taping them back up
anyways. They're a delight to see whenever
I get back home and into my room anyways.
Their colors are slowly changing though.

I had a sudden realization today.
I came home and a few posters were ripped and torn.
I picked them up from the floor and hid them away.

The other posters kept falling and it was
getting annoying. My best friend used to have
this poster that wouldn't fall no matter what.
I called him to ask about it and why it wouldn't fall.
He told me it actually fell nine years ago.
I haven't actually been to his house for nine years.
His mom used to pick us up.

I just left the posters alone and led them fall.
Whenever they did, I hid them away.
The torn ones from that one day, I tried to tape.
It wouldn't work, plus the backs of the posters
were all black and dirty now.
It wasn't a delight to see at all.

There's about two posters left on my wall.
One fell and is on the floor, I don't even want to
pick it up.

There's only one poster left now.
The others fell and so I decided to throw them away.
I saw the garbage truck move on along with them.
There's only one poster left in my room now, the
one of a hero I admire. This one I decided to
nail to my wall, and I used a hole where my clock used to be.
It changes color everyday, but it's probably just getting old.