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A Closed Door

My heart keeps getting trampled on
Stomped on without thought.
I open the door to my heart
And let him in.
The door swings open
Before he even knocks
I readily give him the key
To my heart on a silver platter
He takes it and runs before
I even realize what I've done.
I leave open the window to my heart
So I can hear his voice
Calling out to me
But all I get is
A cold, icy rain pouring in.
Silence fills my heart
Now I've locked up my heart
And I don't know if anyone
Can break down the
Brick wall that has replaced
That once welcoming door.




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Kaylarebekah131719 said...
Jun. 2, 2010 at 10:46 pm:
Very well done! I love it!
 
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ugogosaur said...
Mar. 2, 2010 at 10:26 pm:
that really touch me,
you used great imagery.
i could picture out the things you say.
that was inspirational [ :
 
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