Walls around hearts
Are steadily made,
Because the holders of them
Keep being betrayed.
Time and again,
By friend after friend,
Muscles are torn asunder
And take a lifetime to mend.
Years, it takes,
To work through walls
As strong as steel;
To force them to fall
To their mighty knees.
Vessels quiver, whispering 'Please,
Don't hurt me again.
Don't make me believe;
For you'll hurt me in the end.'
Seconds, to slam them up
Again, into their place.
Makes pain overflow in a cup,
A chalice, too keen to hurt.
From when feelings were curt,
Open and honest,
And worn on a shirt.
The eyes, they see
The land on the other side
Of the fence;
Know it's a lie.
The owner is a deceiver,
A poisoned seed weaver,
And sows deception
With every sigh, or
Every breath.
The mouth spews false truths.
Don't buy into their lie!
Don't listen! You'll only lose
Trust in humanity!
Soon, the heart tires of the inanity
And builds back the walls to
Restore its sanity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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