Graffiti Heart

 

I’ve built a wall to my heart.

Written upon it is every word I’ve heard.

The voices are kept alive.

Constant nailing turns the wall into dust.

 

I have searched for true love.

Then realized I have misplaced lust.

Deafen by the loudness of the question.

Not hearing the silence of the answer.

 

Tired of constantly asking why, soon the stress will have be through.

Sick of hearing all the lies, this was all done by people like you.