YOU ARE READING Thoughts Poetry Untitled Part 5 4 0 0 by SonofOropher by SonofOropher Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story I can see you through the peephole, standing on the ceiling You can hear my breath, but you never fashion words to say You take aim, you fire, and you wear me down But I reach up to the door to always look back through