* "It's ok to cry just don't let them see."
Words my mother taught me.
She never told me who "them" was supposed to be.
So I assumed them was the world and built up walls.
Not to push people away,
just to protect myself-
from unspecified dangers and risks.
Like heartbreak, and heartache and being breakable.
But brick by brick you're crumbling those walls.
Without even trying, there's no force at all.
And I feel like Jericho,
where suddenly I'll be open...
And what if I get burned too?
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 1:53 AM UTC
* "It's ok to cry just don't let them see."
Words my mother taught me.
She never told me who "them" was supposed to be.
So I assumed them was the world and built up walls.
Not to push people away,
just to protect myself-
from unspecified dangers and risks.
Like heartbreak, and heartache and being breakable.
But brick by brick you're crumbling those walls.
Without even trying, there's no force at all.
And I feel like Jericho,
where suddenly I'll be open...
And what if I get burned too?
