Paper Walls

I don’t feel as if
I am
Losing myself,
But if the names
Are the same,
Does it count any longer?

Here you are,
Kissing me
To the sounds
Of the
Clothes washing
In the
Other room,
Knowing that
Anyone
Can hear
Anything
Through walls
Made of
Paper.

I am feeling
Reckless,
And I am unapologetic,
Because there is
No need to
Prove myself
Anymore.
I will let you
Have everything,
To empty me,
Only to find you
Next to me
When the sounds of
Morning
Return us
To reality.

That is the
Beauty
In all of this.

 

Todays best new poem was written by Alex Rose.

 

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