These walls were built to keep you out, though now they keep me in,
I find my own shouts cannot pierce the walls, with time grown less thin,
Braced by these two hands
The key is lost, by some stray wave – with it my soul too swam away,
And now I find my heart has gone, for with my soul it also strayed
To follow yours until your grave
I think the second stanza came out much better than the first so im still working on the first part... constructive criticism is always nice.
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