The Small Door
A small door,
in the corner,
of a dark room.
where my secrets lie,
and those who've said goodbye.
I try not to look,
In the small nook.
But once in awhile,
I open the file.
I hope there is a day,
when the contents don't dismay.
when I can open the door,
and not fear anymore.
Could you be the one,
to show this door the sun,
And wash away the hurt,
help me to desert,
a small door,
in the corner,
of a dark room,
that is me?
by
myalteregoposted on 08/31/2007
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