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Walls
Walls
Alone in this room again
With no real excuses.
I have lots of friends and people I’m losin’.
But It’s home behind walls,
I feel safe from within.
Free from the sorrows and the delusions.
I want to feel love again,
It’s a lost thing to me,
But I always put walls up so no one will see
Monsters I have caged
Behind this thick mortar
I was locking one up and that’s when I saw her.
Time either stood still
Or I was hallucinating.
But the feeling she gave me was strangely elating
She smiled at me,
I faked a smile too
I saw my chance and I let her on through.
She broke down the walls
And grabbed hold of me
I wanted to share every breath that she breathed
I caught it again
I had fallen in love
It had come to me like a gift from above
Or maybe a curse
As we all come to learn
When good things go missing the wounds don’t just burn
They bleed and they itch
They scream and they cry
Some of them say it’s much better to die
Some of them quit
Some live life empty
Some aren’t so quick to give their hearts out for lending
Fools do rush in
That’s what they say
But people just can’t help but love it that way
I cannot love yet
As much as I want to
The walls are harder these days to just flaunt through
Alone in this room again
With no real excuses.
I have lots of friends and people I’m losin’.
But It’s home behind walls,
I feel safe from within.
Free from the sorrows and the delusions.
I want to feel love again,
It’s a lost thing to me,
But I always put walls up so no one will see
Monsters I have caged
Behind this thick mortar
I was locking one up and that’s when I saw her.
Time either stood still
Or I was hallucinating.
But the feeling she gave me was strangely elating
She smiled at me,
I faked a smile too
I saw my chance and I let her on through.
She broke down the walls
And grabbed hold of me
I wanted to share every breath that she breathed
I caught it again
I had fallen in love
It had come to me like a gift from above
Or maybe a curse
As we all come to learn
When good things go missing the wounds don’t just burn
They bleed and they itch
They scream and they cry
Some of them say it’s much better to die
Some of them quit
Some live life empty
Some aren’t so quick to give their hearts out for lending
Fools do rush in
That’s what they say
But people just can’t help but love it that way
I cannot love yet
As much as I want to
The walls are harder these days to just flaunt through
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