The walls around you have always been sky high
And covered with thorns, making me afraid to try
To break them down, for when I even inch near
The blood on my hands forces me back in fear.
Fear--not of your walls, but what lies within
Or rather, what does not lie within
For should I find the inside cold, empty, bleak
How much more painfully will I bleed!
But I see through the cracks on the walls you built so well
And though I can't quite find the words to tell
You just how much I love what I see
These tiny flashes--dashes--of a soul so sweet
Of a wounded heart that deserves so much love
Of a brilliant mind that thinks so far above
What others may take immense pride in.
For this, the wall won't break my heart--only my skin.
But all I can see are these elusive cracks
So rare and few, I find myself holding back
Wondering if they're there at all
Or if I dreamed them, hope to cushion my fall
For I've fallen for you, this I can't deny.
Fallen hard enough I may be blind enough to lie
To myself, to convince myself to have faith in you.
For faith is belief without any reason to.
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 12:08 AM UTC
The walls around you have always been sky high
And covered with thorns, making me afraid to try
To break them down, for when I even inch near
The blood on my hands forces me back in fear.
Fear--not of your walls, but what lies within
Or rather, what does not lie within
For should I find the inside cold, empty, bleak
How much more painfully will I bleed!
But I see through the cracks on the walls you built so well
And though I can't quite find the words to tell
You just how much I love what I see
These tiny flashes--dashes--of a soul so sweet
Of a wounded heart that deserves so much love
Of a brilliant mind that thinks so far above
What others may take immense pride in.
For this, the wall won't break my heart--only my skin.
But all I can see are these elusive cracks
So rare and few, I find myself holding back
Wondering if they're there at all
Or if I dreamed them, hope to cushion my fall
For I've fallen for you, this I can't deny.
Fallen hard enough I may be blind enough to lie
To myself, to convince myself to have faith in you.
For faith is belief without any reason to.