Like a closed door that leads to everything
An ally way that has me guessing I leave hidden messages to trail you to me
Expectant of where you will find me
Although you may not know behind that door
Leads to another world
I hope you know to always come knocking gently to the aged oak
Gently tip the doorman
And give the door a kiss for luck
Each day is different
I hope you take that to heart
@beyondcommonthinking
YOU ARE READING
Breaking forth
PoesíaMake way! as the new age of self breaks the old casing. Make way!
