Poetry

Magical door

I laid in my bed ,

Asking why this torture never ends ,

As tears escape my eyes ,

I ask how I can die ,

Everytime I try to die ,

I always end up asking ,

Why I didn't died .

As I walk in this garden ,

I search for the magical door ,

That'll take me away from this all .

Then I saw a beautiful girl ,

Waving her hand at me

She asked me how I was doing ,

And opened a magical door for me .

We played , we talked

We laughed , we danced

In the end we had small talks .

Scars are fading ,

Love's rising ,

As we walk through this gate ,

You in white , I in black

Now , we're married .

                               -Kaisha