i've let them in
this castle of mine
i built upon
whimsy and rhyme
they see each chamber
and each corridor
looking at them
like i have never before
i see their eyes
their cold, judgmental eyes
i hear their laughs
of judgment rise
so i tore and tore
at the foundation
and i ripped and ripped
apart my creation
why, oh why
are they so cruel to me?
is there something
i cannot see?
it burns
it burns
why does my heart
never learn
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Watercolor Dreams
Poetry"Dream for me, will you?" "No, I won't" ***** Amazing cover from: Me, myself January 8, 2016 #312 in Poetry January 13, 2016 #131 in Poetry January 16 ,2016 #113 in Poetry January 17, 2016 #89 i...
