I could build up a fortress of words that I never said to you
it would be constantly under construction because I just never say anything I feel to you, just in case you pop the bubble with the tip of your finger.
Though when I sit down, I start to write and that leads to letters I have never sent you
the amount of letters could always be used again as a brilliant white forest, to surround my fortress of words never spoken.
I've doodled so many pictures that I never revealed to you
the lead from the etchings could build guns and ammunition for the warriors whom inhabit the paper forest of letters never posted.
The tears i've shed for you which never were glimpsed by your eye, hold my world of words, letters and drawings together
they survive from the tears you create.
It's because i have never let you step into the forest of paper without a tussle and booming of the inhabitants guns.
You have gaped in awe at the fortress alas you were never invited in as i knew you would wage a battle against what was inside and once defeated like everyone always has, you just gave up.
When all you really had to do to get an invitation, was open your mouth and say the words i longed for, not create havoc in what was once a peaceful place.
But now it is too late, my soldiers have more ammunition and guns.
My forest is deadlier made with razor blades and blood.
And my fortress, it is now encompassed with two surrounding walls.
All because I never had the right words, the right letters or the right brush stroke to keep you near me for long enough to show you how I really cared.
