Day 9 - For today's prompt, write a breaking poem.
Crack, slack, torn down You look at me with a frown Is this how it is meant to feel? you ask There there, I sit and tell you handing you a flask.
A warm drink will open your senses to letting me in Don’t think that breaking down those walls is a sin For the key to the heart lies in vulnerability So will you come and tear all of these walls down with me?











