Yelling,
Punching,
Screaming,
Crys of forgiveness ,
and Evil Laughter,
I have seen to much to trust.
I built this wall around my heart.
The heart once so nice and caring,
hopeful and joyful,
but now a broken mess,
with walls surrounding it.
Many have tried to unlock the box,
but none have the right key.
may seem like we may last forever,
then I get bored ,
and look for another.
Only one can unlock that well guarded box.
when they come, I'll cheer them on.
But until then ,
The box of love will stay hidden well away . Until that faithful day.
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Poems
Poetrywell I'm bored and I like to write poems so here we are. Some will be dark, some funny, about love, life. really anything. and if you have a poem just request it and I'll put it in the book.
