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A wall still stands

by Clayton Michaels

My hands are beaten, broken, bleeding;

My fists are clenched

to tight to come apart.

My knuckles torn against this epitaph in stone;

The scars grow deeper

with the pounding of my heart.

 

A wall still stands

as my feelings for you

that are too strong

for me to overcome.

A wall still stands

as a memory of you

so I can’t again let myself love someone…

so I can’t again let myself trust someone…

So I can’t again let myself f*ck someone…

So I can’t again let myself come undone…

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Itscolourlife 12/1/2018 - 1:08 pm

I love the poem

Itscolourlife 12/1/2018 - 1:09 pm

Kinda what i feel..

clipped-wings 12/1/2018 - 3:08 pm

Beautiful.

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