It’s fun to break poetry into little lines
I don’t know why, but I guess
It gives one a sense
Or maybe, of growth.
Little sentences, which can barely fill a page
Can now become a WALL
But lacking in sense and in stability.
I don’t want to be like these empty lines.
I don’t want to leave my words
When they cannot stand on their own just yet.
I don’t want to break pieces of me,
Highlighting the only special parts
And tucking the rest of the mundane into dark long alleys,
I don’t want to lose the beauty of relationships
By leaving so many gaps
Between words and worlds.
I don’t want to build a wall for the sake of building a huge one
But I will build
To safe-keep and to cherish
What I have in my hands.