Mon Coeur S'ouvre a ta Voix

You'll see the words but you won't read them. Not really. It'll fuck you up.
The layer, the wall, the one you can move if you tried hard enough.
But you don't.
With fingers shaking and hand trembling the words are foreign aliens,
The hand falls and pages slip. The words you could never understand disappear.
But they don't.
They stay encased in the ghost of the wall.
As the pages dry and everything dies the writing bleeds to seep into something closed.
Locked up. With the key buried under the goddamn encumbrance.
But maybe there never was one.
The tears won't fall if the heart stops beating.