Doors
I came knocking,
wanting someone to open,
wanting it to be you,
wanting it hopefully.
Love has many doors,
You opened one for me.
Twenty five
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Metaphors of an Alcoholic
PoesíaIt's because you consist of a lot of metaphors even the greatest poets can't write down. You don't deserve to be written down after all, only loved because you are a metaphor yourself. In love or broken, these metaphors are perfectly fueled by alcoh...
