My point
Walls were built
You tore every one of mine down.
Sometimes you see more of me, than what I intend to show you. Somehow you still love me and my ugliness. I love you to….
But why?
Why is it that some days I feel shut out, as if your thoughts are many second guesses and regrets? I wonder if you`d tell me, you know that would instantly shred me.
I am too emotional I know, but it is the only way I know how to get my point across.
AnnAerB Jones 