i love how the things, you let go of
slowly crawl back to your side
and question your ways
you made the decision for a reason
for the betterment of your life
but some how
someway
they find you, and come back
just when you totally forgot they were even alive.
ironic isn’t it
cause without a doubt
they will hurt you again
so I keep my distance
and stand my ground
cause no one’s getting pass the walls I’ve built
there’s a reason why they are there
and no one’s coming in.
so don’t bother.
there made of silver and as tough as gold
and there not coming down
I have built walls around me and I totally understand what this poem is all about you have done a awesome job written this I really enjoy reading this I gave it a 10
beautiful metaphor i enjoyed it alot! ! keep writing unique
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Everyone has walls to some degree. Some are higher. Some are stronger. Some people trap themselves in their own walls and become an isolation... make sure those walls don't grow too tall, too strong. Each brick should be made with knowing as opposed to pure stone. Very nice.