Built walls.
Thick skin.
Sharp eyes.
Iron-clad heart.
The glances
You hide.
The words you
Hesitantly
Give away..
Pics you refuse
To send and
The songs you've
Stopped talking
About.
If ever, from,
Over your roof,
The moon falls
And gets you
Soaked in starlight.
The cosmic
Loneliness creeps
To your bed and
You turn vulnerable..
If you just wanna
Cry it all away and
Be real for a night.
Don't hold back..
Call me.
I am there.
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