hotel rooms
have paper walls
thin lines connecting and separating
it’s inhabitants
words are heard through paper walls
but nothing is seen
leaving you
to put together the pieces
of other people
life
has paper walls
plain and simple
barriers and band-aids
connecting and separating people
you see people for who
they seem to be
you do not listen
still left putting together pieces
going through life
never listening
taking for granted what you see
filling in the pieces
destroys
hurts
judges
ripping apart
paper hearts
what you see
it’s never what you get
people are not paper walls
they live
and breathe
standing, with depth
look inside
listen
(A/N): What do you guys think? :)
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To the Moon and Back
Short StoryAn island of misfit words and works. A mixture of misplaced writings, things that won't fit. A compilation of poems, stories, songs, rants, ideas, notions. So join me, explore the universe, to the moon and back.
