Our lives are like two sides of the world
Different in all that it holds
Your room is closed while mine is not
My room is locked while yours is caught
I want to close mine
But you want to open yours
Yet no matter how hard I push the door, it will not close
And no matter how hard you pull, it does not budge
Our problems lie on opposite sides of a spectrum
In perfect balance
Your love is ill-defined
It cannot be received and it cannot be given
Locked in the shackles of loneliness
Begging for an embrace, a warm fire to melt your icy heart
A key to unlock your closed room
But there is no keyhole at your door
No windows to find light
And I wish I could be in your closed room
Tired of warmth, of light
I wish to be worn down by loneliness
You crave for those that leave every single day
Yet mine do not leave
While you starve I am stuffed
While you only cry alone I cannot seem to find a place alone to cry
I wish to fade into the shadows as my presence is demanded
As I must emerge every single day
Solitude is what you have
If only we could switch
Yet I find myself once again in my opened room
And you are once again trapped in your closed room.
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The Crack of A Door: A Collection of Poetry
PoetryThis poetry collection captures genuine emotions of the intricate labyrinth that is human emotions with "The Crack of A Door", a captivating poetry collection that delves deep into the raw and unfiltered experiences of love and hate, loneliness, an...
