box after box
he can no longer saw sunshine,
he can no longer saw her smiling face,
he can no longer feel the worth to exist,
box after box,
he's drowning,
his voice muffled against people's obliviousness,
his throat is sore,
box after box,
he built his wall,
so high within any reach,
no one saw his invincible barrier,
isolating blocking suffocating him,
box after box,
someone noticed,
she knocked, she tried, she climbed,
but he pushed her, she fell,
she's hurt but she won't budge,
she climbed again,
until his boxes,
burnt because of her fire and beauty,
as an ice,
he melt into a puddle,
he let her burned him,
he let her warmed him,
he fell for her,
she let herself fell too.
he's breathing again.
YOU ARE READING
s o r r y
Casualeart doesn't come from happiness, sadness is a part of you that you need to fix them, if it was left unmend it will cause agony to your soul and mind and surrounding. everyone deserves to be hugged, kissed, fixed, glued,patched and heard.
