I stood at loves door and knocked
For eternity it seemed
But as the door just stayed closed
I shut my eyes and dreamed...
The echoes of my tapping knocks
seemd to fade away
And tho I tired of standing there
I was compelled to stay...
A slow creak and it seemed
for a moment I could walk in,
But it was a cruel trick of life
Who stood there with a mocking grin.
As the door squealed closed again
the lock firmly in place
I finally walked away in shame
feeling nothing but disgrace.
SO now I sit some distance
Away from that anchored door
with my knees drawn to my chin'
and my heart out on the floor...
Much love to give but no where to go
Ill sit here in the still
Doenst look like the door will open
But maybe one day eventually it will.

beautiful

Very nice

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