In my hammer,
I have the might
to shred down your wall.
Anchor. Piece by piece,
with the mighty force
of Angelic blows.
or....
Or...
...We could walk a while, if you rather suppose?
Talk a while...
Let the day overpass us,
open air, all the elements surround us-
Love.
Maybe then it wouldn't be such a war?
Maybe then, a stroll is all we need,
if you can
moment by moment,
try to put down your ego with me?
Your walls, disintegrating under my watery rains, emotions washing clean
everything that we gleam
Unattainable.
I'd rather not, but if you say to blow,
I will blow it all down for you Darling
A walk ...
Or a war?
But the tower
is coming down.
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