by Lovisa Ståhl
I closed my heart, for any love to enter.
Built up my own fort, my own shelter.
Walls were strong and reliable for years to come.
Life were fantastic and nothing could go wrong.
Rain, wind and thunder, couldn’t tare down my walls.
Of course, they needed mending, but I could fix it all.
I proudly strolled around my castle, not knowing that I’d missed,
a brick, which was your entrance, and I was softly kissed.
Inside my fort, behind those walls, I had no escape.
My heart was lost, although my mind, tried to hit the breaks.
I fell so fast, I fell so deep, but you had other things to do.
So I’m back to rebuild my fort, alone – while missing you.