this poem has no name
I miss you.
There are times when I feel like I completely blew it. When I feel like all I’m doing is building a wall between us.
It’s going higher and higher,
getting thicker and thicker.
More complicated.
I want to be able to knock the wall down.
I want to watch it crumble,
and turn into dust
to be swept away with the breeze.
If anything at all,
I want for there to be a door
somewhere on that wall.
So I can open it
and leave it open.
No longer would the wind stop at my fingertips.
No longer would the sun’s rays end at your toes.
We could share both the warmth and the chills
No matter how much it may be.
- anonymous -
I miss you.
There are times when I feel like I completely blew it. When I feel like all I’m doing is building a wall between us.
It’s going higher and higher,
getting thicker and thicker.
More complicated.
I want to be able to knock the wall down.
I want to watch it crumble,
and turn into dust
to be swept away with the breeze.
If anything at all,
I want for there to be a door
somewhere on that wall.
So I can open it
and leave it open.
No longer would the wind stop at my fingertips.
No longer would the sun’s rays end at your toes.
We could share both the warmth and the chills
No matter how much it may be.
- anonymous -