I put walls up made of cinder blocks
Each one a lie uttered by a former love
There was a gate, covered in keyless locks
But soon even that was a weakness to the doves
So I build another line, cement and glued together thoughts and painful sensations
It was an ugly wall, but all the better to keep things away
Each time someone chipped a peice away I would it was replaced without hesitation
"May I come in?" You call, "Maybe another day"
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 1:19 AM UTC
I put walls up made of cinder blocks
Each one a lie uttered by a former love
There was a gate, covered in keyless locks
But soon even that was a weakness to the doves
So I build another line, cement and glued together thoughts and painful sensations
It was an ugly wall, but all the better to keep things away
Each time someone chipped a peice away I would it was replaced without hesitation
"May I come in?" You call, "Maybe another day"
