The Bleeding Heart of a Standing Wall

I’m pouring my heart all over your soul,
But nothing can come without a toll,

My emotions are being torn to shreds,
Like a needle tearing through the threads,

But in the end no walls will fall,
In fact they’ll be standing tall,

Only to one with such a fate,
Your lies have arrived a little too late,

For in the end when the walls wont fall,
Your lies will surely get hanged in the hall.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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