your walls are too high

how i ache to know

what it is you want from me.

i have searched and hunted for clues

i have made it known - or i think i have -

that all i want is you.

i have delved, i have dived

i have tried to find


but your walls are too high

for little me

so your ambitions, your dreams

are hidden and

how you feel

remains a mystery.

how i yearn

to take a hammer to those

high walls of yours

break them down, find your heart

and make it home.

but i can’t do it alone.

won’t you help me?

The End

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