For as long as I can remember
I've always kept the door open 3 inches
In hopes that one day
You'd see the glowing light
And walk right in
I'm not so sure
If I want to keep the door open anymore
It's freezing in the winters
And my heart is tired of waiting...
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From The Attic (poetry)
PoetryFrom the attic is a book with thoughts and qoutes and countless poems I've stringed together with the scattered words in my mind. any
