When you think of me
Do your eyes grow dim
Do the walls come down
When you think of me
Do you let me in
Nothing like a rainy night
To set your heart rememberin?
Nothing like a vivid dream
To take you back again
When you think of me
Do your eyes grow dim
Do the walls come down
When you think of me
Do you let me in
Something in my pocket
That was written years ago
In faded ink says, “you are my fire?
Do you think so...
Is it easier for you to say
You never loved me anyway
Or do you hide me in your attic trunk
Like a stowaway?
Everyone uses walls in some part of their life. Some people use them to keep people in, some to keep people out, some to keep themsevles from falling apart, and some people use walls to beat themselves up against in an attempt to knock some sense into their heads. I think I have used all these wall methods at one point in my life. But what determines what walls are good and what walls are bad? Or are they all bad?
They say you can't keep something that doesn't want to stay (person, emotion, or otherwise). I heard somewhere that you have to love something while you have it and then let it go. That sucks doesn't it? There is nothing articulate or profound that I can say about that - it simply sucks.
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*Always.
Caitlin
So don't mind if I fall apart
There's more room in a broken heart
Sometimes those most worthy of love are not made happy by it. ~Dangeous Liaisons
It is on the strength of observation that one finds a way; so we must dig and delve unceasingly. ~Claude Monet 1840-1926