The Door

Hello, Door.

How may Times have I gone past you?

Just one more.

I know it's just another fight

But though I try with all my might

The happiness has gone astray

Lost forever, or it seems that way.

And evrytime I lose my head

There you are, my dearest friend

but everytime I see you there

I wonder if it's really fair

to slam your hinges to win a fight

The end, So far, is out of sight.

I go back there

I want to cry

I know it's true

I just say why

Why am I here?

Why don't you leave

I wipe my eyes across my sleeve

because i know it isn't really fair

Again I'll just storm out of there.

The End

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