permanent hoping

playful when we first met
ending the night with laughing and often
rolling around on the floor
maybe just one wall up, half protected
and the i watched you laughing too, but
needing to look out through giant defences and
every wall is backed up by another larger one
now i put up my own
tough ways to show less and
having the ability to remain accurately guarded
only to not show the overwhelming
passion very often and drown down the fury of life
in each wave which captures my emotion
now i cannot fall too hard or too fast yet
getting over that suffocation is not easy
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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