This time I might not be kind,
cover your eyes, might leave you blind.
The truth always has it’s way,
doesn’t mean I will forever stay.

Walls build a house,
but we never had a home.
So what will you search for,
what is it to blame when I’m gone?

I’m ready to be down on my knees,
ready to cry and crawl.
Do you let your heart break with ease,
or are you up for the fall?

Published by Words Gone