My walls were built so damn high.
I didn't think anyone could tear them down,
let alone climb them.
But here you stand before me.
Inside this wall I've built up so high.
You stand there and stare,
until you hold out your hand,
and what lies before me is the key.
The key to my concrete castle.
I have no choice but to let you in.
Although,
keep in mind that I'm not responsible,
for what you hear,
or see when you enter.
All I'll say is beware.
For something as seemingly peaceful as a flower,
can become a battlefield in an instant.
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Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PuisiA collection of poems mainly about love and loss. Some personal experiences, others are from different people's perspectives. It's fairly self explanatory. Every poem speaks for themselves and tells it's own story. Enjoy!