Between floors

I am sorry for my part in this
I did as I was accused, cheated & told lies
Your trust soon felt like a bandage on a wound
Till you also began to hurt yourself with others
I stop elevators between floors forcing open the doors
Scribbling lines about my love for you
In glass towers in downtowns across the country
I have written my love confessions for you
You just have to stop between floors and read them

~kyotebyte~