I'm knocking
And knocking
And
Knocking at the door
No one would answer
So
I knocked once more
The door never opened
So
I turned away
I walked down the path
That went the other way
And
To my surprise
Came another door
But
Knocking was something
Needed no more
And
Just in case
You may have missed
The doors an opportunity
The knocking my fist
For
In eighteen years
There's been so many doors
So
I would knock and knock
Till' my fost were sore
And
Then one day
I'd had enough
For
I'd knocked so long
I'd given up
So
I turned my back
And
Walked away
I went down the path
That I'm at today
And
Though I live
With no regrets
I still wonder
What I left
For only
If I would have stayed
Maybe
Just maybe
I'd be okay
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If Only They Knew
PoetryShe knows that life isn't perfect. She knows she wasn't meant to be here in this world of hate. She knew everything but, nothing all at once. If only they knew too. Her life in the palm of her hands, with a pencil in the other. She'll write her stor...
