If these four walls could talk
they would tell secrets unknown.
my truth will be told
my cover blown.

If these four walls could see
they too would judge me.
I would be ostracized
they would contribute to my misery.

If these four walls could smell,
they would choke on the smoke that is my hell.
hell in my heart, I have little peace
besides a stranger loving me between the sheets.

If these four walls could touch,
I would not desire intimacy as much.
They could hold me and hug my weary soul,
for they would have empathy...

*and know that love is my only goal.