Walls. Poem by Anjali Das

Walls.



All my walls,
made perfectly
that only you could ever break them.
So strong,
so tall,
to everyone else.
And for you,
so fragile,
just your thoughts could have shattered them.
Yet you never wanted to.
And you never did.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014
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