I don't know you but it's like building walls is never enough to keep people , feelings at bay.
So since it doesn't work why do we try again ?
I have a feeling it's only so that they can be crushed or else why even build a wall made of clouds or really your own heart?
I know I want the words to come out on their own , maybe have them be lively things that would do the work for me , confessing and all
But I can't help but guard ... is it my heart , my mouth or my soul ?
I have a feeling I'm not guarding but keeping until someone actually breaks their way through my wall,
To me
YOU ARE READING
Pensée Of Anemones
PoetryA collection of Poetry I hide from my outside world and tell you unjudging strangers