Little town
Big doors for large people.
Small doors for small people.
Though some doors may be closed.
A higher power can always open them.
For once you open your right door.
You may see the light outdoors.
Where a small town lie.
And you have the key.
Open up the large cold gates.
You will see a town of grey.
Parrished willows.
Skittery bugs.
Pale, cold people.
The sight is frightening and bitter.
For this little town that you had opened.
Was waiting too long for your key.
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry
PoetryGreetings! This is just a place where I want to post my poems and possibly get some feedback. I can do requests on themes and such just leave a comment!
