Walls

How many nights did I brush it off,

left dancing alone in the rain?

Sometimes it gets so tiring,

always wishing it was the same.

 

Another day passes,

I'm still wondering how you are,

but you leave me hanging here,

excuses pending and never ending,

the same you've said before...

 

I miss your love,

your touch

and your scent upon my skin;

the way we kissed

and the way we would talk

but now our conversations end

before they ever begin.

 

When I stand at your door,

the butterflies are still there,

hanging heavy like a curtain,

but it's no longer the thrill,

or anticipation,

just a fear of things uncertain.

 

How many nights

did I want to buy you flowers

just to show you that I care?

But I was so afraid to reach out,

so scared of returning

with hands and heart left bare.

 

These days I spend

are empty,

and are locked without a key,

so when things don't seem

quite perfect,

please remember

there's no other way

for me to be...

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