•The Door•
Please open the door, don't slam it on me.
Please don't reject me or block me to what possibilities I have.
Don't lock the door, I'll try to find the key if you do.
Throw the key if you will, I'll still look for it in the end.Every door I've passed by just to open this one door that intrigues me the most.
The door I struggle with as I see people go straight through theirs.
In the end I slouch against it wondering if it would ever open.
Only to find out that somewhere in the corridor full of doors, mine is open waiting for me to go through it.
How could I've been so blind?
Not knowing that the door I was trying to open was never mine to begin with.
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Tacenda ♡ [Poetry]
PoetryTacenda (n.) Things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence "My poems were as deep as the heart they were written with. "Poetry is what the heart says when the mouth can't speak." Copyright © RavishingPoet 2018 [Highest In Poetry...