From knocking on wrong doors,
To standing in front of the another one,
With broken pieces of my own,
Held together with thin thread of hope,
Scared to be deceived again,
Scared to be rejected again,
But I still knock with trembling hands,
To see where destiny brought me this time.
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PoetryAnd I picked up my quill and let my thoughts and feelings dive deep in the ocean of poetry. ~All rights are reserved.
