Brick walls that I’ve made surround me
I live in a tower I’ve built,
Nobody has ever broken it down
and nobody ever will,
You can the try to break it by making me sad,
but I’m already fucking miserable,
You can try to break it by making me cry
but I’m already used to the sound of my tears,
Only one way to fix me
Only one way to save my dark soul
Only one way to break these walls
and the defenses I hold,
These walls only break,
from the force of the tenderest touch,
from love so pure and so strong
but there is nothing as such,
But If you kiss me sweet
and shield me from the storm
If you hold me close
and be my home
If you love me deep
and share my pain
then only will these brick walls break
so that I can start breathing again.

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Pema's Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems written by Pema Lama on a series of things. Very random.