"walls"

I built those walls high so that no man in a rush can climb it's to protect my soul and mind heartbroken from a love I couldn't define time flies not a "you" in sight moved on a new love is to come alive if trees loses there leaves but bloom with ease I ought to believe I'd find "my" peace I searched but couldn't find where there was love some stories died our time is yet to come or maybe has but fade to dust I sit as one with "our" past a fleeting moment a love of trash Sweet rose had bloomed now dried The times with "you" were never mine If our story could be rewriten take the pen and scrubbing "me" out your love was only despair nothing sweet nothing fine!