Broken smiles and patched up hearts are our whole lives now. Smiles looped with lies and devious thoughts cover any sincerity we ever had. None of us are credible, none of us are deserving.
We'd never hurt anyone with the intention, but we can do some damage just fine without it. Can you imagine the hurt either of us could bestow upon the other with that sort of malice?
Start making blueprints and plans, build up your wall block by block with worthy architecture.
Your wall will never be able to block me from your heart.
We're waging war with the ways of love and friendship.
We never we trusting enough with our secrets; at least I never was.
