Unattached


Now the walls are built up high,

Brick by lonely brick, I try,

To shield my heart from future storms,

The weather comes in changing forms of love that comes and love that goes,

Bitter truth hidden in silence sometimes shows,

Unattaching, piece by piece,

Finding a fragile, hollow piece of what I thought was love,


Just to find out it was pain and grief.

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