As a child my walls were low,
letting my heart to always grow.
Five years later I had no friends,
so I started to build my walls again.
What did I use to build these walls?
Like a tree my heart had to fall.
With these walls I made no friends,
I never wanted to be hurt again.
I made a window to let people see,
why friends like us would never be.
Years passed and I was called a liar,
it burned down my walls like a fire
I rebuilt my walls with all myheart,
now its growth would never start.
YOU ARE READING
Emoetry
PuisiYeah..."poetry" aka my inner emo coming out in the form of rhymes. Along with random thoughts and dreams turned into poetic words.
