They cry, they knock,
They beg, they plea
Next to the door within me
I don't open the door
for then they'll see the monster that resides within me
It sleeps, it crawls ,
without a sound .
If I open the door
it'll be found.
I walk around
on this groundless ground.
I don't want to open the door to my heart
for then it'll rip us apart
They beg, they plea,
I'll have to flea .
For if they find ,
what's behind the door.
You won't find me , Haven,
For I'll be no more.
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Stories
RandomThese are stories that I made or stories friends of mine made. They'll be poems included. *Note* Some poems are based off stories I've read.
