Little men build a wall brick by brick
Building
Stacking
Spackling in between
They build it high and enclosed like a cage
Around your heart
And it wasn't always there
But the pain of your past led to its construction
You dream of love in its all glory
You dream of a life with more than yourself
But the wall of your ribcage doesn't let your heart seep through
So you come off as heartless
When all you're looking for is love
And it gets harder to find someone with the courage to break down these walls
And you start to think maybe you're not worth it
You build your walls to impossible heights
Those that try and find your heart feel as if they're looking into an abyss
You're fuming apaty
When your heart beats with empathy
all you wanted was a little love
And now your hearts hanging from a tree
There's no longer a you for it to beat inside of
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My Kitchen Sink
PoetryAre you searching for purpose? Then write something, yeah it might be worthless. -Twenty One Pilots This is my worthless writings, for a kitchen sink to you is not a kitchen sink to me. Stay street.