your love is like closed door… your love is like dirty wall…love is like messy tags… love is dirty and needs some cleaning up…love is like an open door-closed door-closed heart.
huh? poetry is so confusing.
/attempt to wax poetic
hi. here’s a yellow heart. on a closed door…on a stucco wall full of messy graffiti. and there are hand prints, too.
hmmmm…i wonder what’s worse, to hit a wall or to hit rock bottom?