Impervious.
The defense of age.
Our hearts become small.
We’re loathe to engage.
We put up a wall.
Impervious.
In an armored suit.
Seeking protection.
To be resolute.
Avoid connection.
Impervious.
To one more heartbreak.
We like to think so.
But that’s our mistake.
Our hurt makes us grow.
Impervious.
I have tried to be.
It was just pretense.
For your love found me.
It pierced my defense.
Impervious.
Was never a thing.
I was closed off to
Almost everything—
Everything but you.
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 6:08 PM UTC
Impervious.
The defense of age.
Our hearts become small.
We’re loathe to engage.
We put up a wall.
Impervious.
In an armored suit.
Seeking protection.
To be resolute.
Avoid connection.
Impervious.
To one more heartbreak.
We like to think so.
But that’s our mistake.
Our hurt makes us grow.
Impervious.
I have tried to be.
It was just pretense.
For your love found me.
It pierced my defense.
Impervious.
Was never a thing.
I was closed off to
Almost everything—
Everything but you.
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