been writing too much
probably too many bad poems
but giving you a window to me
been listening to love songs all night
but darling what is the point
you mortar up your walls
dig your moat
a little bit deeper
and I'm being eyed by the guards
drowning in what seems to be an ocean
what exactly is the point
busted up all my windows
just to board them up
what was once was transparent
closed the shutters
locked the doors
you know the combination
you won't let me in
a ball of string being played
playing hide and seek
have to find you
before you get another chance to find me
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