Door
You spend your years behind a closed door,
While I waited on the other side,
Like an empty fool, without a soul.
Do you know time and distance has made me felt so cold?
Sorrow keeps sinking into the center of my heart's core,
Hence, slowly but surely, I close my door.
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cher0017posted on 02/02/2008
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