Yeah, I just love to speak to the walls.
Particularly, I enjoy their silence.
I can say anything at all
And, don't worry much about them.
They can easily handle
Even my yells and my screams,
(if I feel like it ).
Staying perfectly calm,
Like a crisp winter day,
And I'm, even, admire their strength at a time,
But they're only walls
There is not much to them,
They don't have heart and mind,
They don't have the soul.
Wouldn't be ever alive,
Nor would ever be warm,
Yet, I admire the walls
There is strength in them,
But I wish I could speak to a person
Instead...