When you close all the windows
And shut all the doors
What you have left
Is what truly is yours
So now you have a choice
To stay there with care
Or open the vents
And leave what's with yours in despair
However once you do
You'll notice so much more
That not everything you have
Is made meant just to be yours
When you open all the windows
And open all the doors
You'll find you have so much more
Than what is only yours
YOU ARE READING
Bedtime Poetry
PoetryPoetry that describes the things I can't put into simpler words.
