Saturday, November 10, 2012

Locked Doors

I was told by my Holy Book,
that if I knocked,
It shall be opened for me.

I knocked, I know you were
behind that door, so I knocked,
with all my might,
and my knuckles bled.

All I could see was
your shadow through the hinge,
My blood, sweat and tears
stained the flowers I had picked for you,
No doors were opened for me,
like the promises you never kept..

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