There is this place in me, Whose door is tightly shut But strangers still trespass Without a key nor a polite knock Some stay, others bang the door dashing out.
There is this place in me, Where you can touch Without stretching your hand Where you can draw your face With no pen or ink..
There is this place in my heart Where footsteps donβt fade And memories stick like glue... Where whispers feel like echoes.
There is this place in me, Where pain and pleasure mix Where walls seem concrete Only from a distance... But can tremble and crash At a finger's touch!
There is such a place Inside most of us Have you been there?
Itβs warm and safe But those who we let inside Tear and scatter it to pieces Leaving it cold, scared and scarred! Yet we cover it With a smile or a laugh Oh yes! there is such a place Behind my smile.