An open playground for the both of us to enjoy,
And I invite you over to hang about on the front porch,
I go in and out the house, leaving the door open – sometimes.
I drag you in to the living room as you check the photos in the frames.
And maybe we tiptoe up the stairs, or maybe I race you to my room,
And thats where the walls I built stand so tall.
And I stand, at the gate of my walls, looking at you, confused why you’re here.
I don’t let you in, but I don’t close the door on you either.
I just stand there, desperate for me to feel, desperate for these walls to shake a little.
I look at you, as you cross the corridor to a room I haven’t seen before,
With a wall that looks different than mine, yet so similar.
And we realise, we’re both afraid of love, the dark, hope and our desires.