I've built these walls up high.
They've become more solidified with time.
Don't mistake my silence for deaf,
I can hear you on the other side, yes.
Your quiet words that carry me away,
could shatter my concrete,
and save me from my disarray.
But here I'll stay,
yet here I'll sit.
With my back to the wall.
Because it's warm, and I'm use to it.
YOU ARE READING
Magic and Tear Drops
PoetryMagic in the air. Tear drops. Yet I beg of you to stop, and read this book if you'd be so fair. A collection of thought provoking poetry. This is all my original poetry. All right reserved.
