The Door

by Dying Beautifully   Jul 22, 2007


We are finished,
I was punished.
But now we are alone,
Noone will pick up the phone.
But then I get this feeling,
My mind it is reeling.
The door you shut,
My body sore and bruised like a lost mutt.
I wanted another chance,
One more breathe taking dance.
But you said no,
That you and I would just seperate paths go.
So I left and moved on,
Even though I think so strong.
So to tell you this now,
It doesn't matter how.
I will never shut the door,
I will be here yours forever more.
I may move on,
But for you I will stay strong.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Corruption

    Great job
    another powerful poem
    good job:):)

    keenan