layer after layer,
the walls pile up.
try to break them,
and you'll realize theres no force that may bulldoze them.
maybe, but only if i give in,
will your charm and kindness weaken them.
may they fall down on their own,
as you reach me with such a tender smile.
but every wall is built with reason,
and yours is the knife you hide behind your back.
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𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁 𝗠𝗲 𝗔 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺
Poetrya collection of letters, poems, and short stories from deep within, a little addiction with it too; welcome to the emotions of the awkward teenage time we all once had.
