Ding dong.
You show up at the door.
And I'm so happy I might just sing a song.
But I can't sing and that's not my thing but
Ding dong.
I open the door.
You are the song
that I give my voice to.
YOU ARE READING
Maeve's Poetry
PoetryThis is a bundle of my poems. Yes, those I write too. Feedback is always allowed! These poems may not be pretty, and some may be. These poems are the plump heart to darkness and light. Red, and grim, but still beating, and now in your hand, I give y...
Front Door
Ding dong.
You show up at the door.
And I'm so happy I might just sing a song.
But I can't sing and that's not my thing but
Ding dong.
I open the door.
You are the song
that I give my voice to.
