With your words you charm,
With your face you entice me.
Why is it? Why does that happen?
My heart and head twist and turn into one
Fogging my vision
My walls were made of concrete with vines filling every crevice.
I went through hell and back with a shadow that wasn't mine, however, helped me see myself in a different light.
My walls crumbled as I embraced myself, pecking each spot on my body until I was filled with care
Care that wasn't selfish or demeaning.
My walls are small but sometimes they keep me safe.
Should I climb over those walls and talk to you?
Or should I stay safe behind these walls?
Time will tell but I want you.
