Behind the glass wall, I scream
I scream and I scream and I scream
But you won't even turn your back
Behind the wooden door, I punch
I punch and I punch and I punch
But the door won't give way to me
Behind the silver mirror, I scratch
I scratch and I scratch and I scratch
But the silver stays solid like it is
Behind the metal bars, I kick
I kick and I kick and I kick
But the metal bars stand still
Behind your back, I cry
I cry and I cry and I cry
But you won't listen to me
Behind you, I laugh
I laugh, only once
You turn and you shriek
I finally get what I want
I dreamt it, now I have it
Your heart is forever mine
YOU ARE READING
Hearts of Roses
PoesíaA series of poems about romance life and its ups and downs. Mostly downs, but that's what reality is. Too many ups will give you painful downs. More downs and less ups makes balance. Or maybe I'm just seeing it wrong. Oh, and a wee bit of creepines...
