She had eyes
Blue
Soft like the sincerest of apologies
She’s heard them too many times im sure
Its not you
Its me
Im sorry
How blind of a lie can build walls between her beauty and what the world sees
I wonder who built this masterpiece
Placed each limestone block beneath the one before to create a temple of love to worship
And how can no one else see its beauty
I am not a patchwork quilt
Don’t dare sew your history into me
She screams some nights through her dreams
I wonder
Why build a wall before you when you could use that same energy to build pillars within you that would actually hold you up
I’ll be the walls the stand after he rest falls
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