Warning!
Danger!
Mayday!
The walls I carefully built are breaking,
Cracking,
Eroding
Away into the wind that whispers his name.
If the walls fall down completely, I don't think I'll be able to repair it as quickly, as neatly.
Danger!
Warning!
Love is penetrating through the holes, nooks, and crannies!
It's suffocating me,
Luring me,
Silently killing me.
Killing the part of me that knows I shouldn't like...
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His name actually rhymed with the last line but I didn't want to put it just in case.
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Smoke & Mirrors
PoetryMy life is full of smoke and mirrors. I say one thing, but think another. This poetry book is a backstage pass to my life.
