Walls

[witchofwaffles]

We’re living on his belief in me
And I can’t let him down
I can’t let me down
I have to have him
It’s not so much to ask for
Once every few months
But there are so many walls
Around this beautiful garden
And the roses cannot fly
They must stay planted to the ground
I need the keys to open
These heavy wooden doors
But the world makes the keys
Mean such unfair things
Unfair for children
Unfair for young love
Unfair to us
These doors are too heavy
I’d rather burn them down
Watch the flames consume them
But
I know
In the end
The walls would still be there
I need some help
I need some confidence
I need some strength
I’ll try for him
But I feel so weak
Because
I’m living on his belief in me
And it never fails
So I’m not sure how sensibly it’s founded
Maybe I ought to believe more sometimes
Or, perhaps, it’s really that
Sometimes I believe too much
And don’t do enough.