I stand in a doorway waiting to be ushered in,
waiting for the door of pulsating pleasure,
a personification of what i love,
which hopefully gives me the strength,
to bear all the oppurtunities i have lost,
and i will,
i wait for the door to take me to those choices.
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dirty boxers
Poetryone day i woke up in a pair of dirty boxers and wondered whether others felt hopeless and grey as i did that morning, soo i wrote these poems to find if you relate to this too
