Open-heart

by John   Jun 15, 2008


Walking down the long hall.
Trying to open a door but
all lock.
Keep walking, the hall keeps
getting dark.
Soon the hall got pitch black.
Sitting In the hall
on my knees.
Crying with tears.

A small light shimmy of light
comes from a door. A door I never seen before.
Running as fast I could and reach out for the door,
and open it and wipe my tears away and feel in love
with you once again.

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