I am sitting frustrated and confused
In a fortress of my own making
If not me but the choices i have made
They have resulted in each brick
Love burned is the mortar
The door opens briefly
But closes in the same amount of time
It is testing the atmosphere
But it is protecting the self within
No one else can know
No one else can see
It is too fragile
The fear keeps the bricks strong
The frustration hits the walls
Both from the interior and exterior
One day... you.
You who my mind does not even know exists
You who my heart and soul hopes does
Will be allowed to enter
But only if you can withstand the arrows
Eros will hit you with his
Others want in
But only you shall be given the key
I dare not even say this is only fantasy
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