pot stirring and other stuff
Saturday, 6 October 2012
walls
I loved with my walls down,
u loved with ur walls intact,
when the love died, as most loves do,
a part of me died, u remained almost intact.
but if i had to love again,
down, i would still put my walls,
i would await the impending pain,
for, for me thats always how love calls.
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