Friday 18 January 2013

Prison --

I could be happy in his arms but God knows I'm not strong enough to leap to them.
Not with a heart weighed heavy as mine.

It shouldn't be this difficult, I know that. But there are a few things wrong with me.
I am made up of a thousand walls, and only a few doorways - barricaded now. And guarded.

He doesn't ask for much, just for something real.
But I am the lie behind false fronts; offering nothing for his troubles.

I hope only that my heart can soften before he gives me up.
Or, stays ice right through the walk away.

How did I get so broken?



  1. I've often wondered the same thing....

  2. How did we all get this broken? :(

  3. I hate it when... they ask me to be real for just one moment.
    I hate it when... they beg and beg for me to be honest.
    I hate it when... I can't do as they ask.

    Life's Perceptions

  4. Hold on, answers aren't far enough I suppose.

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