There are two walls in me
one, I’ve built with my hands
the other with my heart.
One wall leaves me blind,
the other, scarred,
because I can’t seem to move right
when we dance the way we do
and when your eyes catch mine
my dear, I can barely move.
So I make oceans out of tear drops
and shooting stars from the words we hold,
but I swear, I’ll never stop
no matter what it takes to know
you
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