Doorstep



Sometimes I think it's best 
To show up at your doorstep
To bare all the locked emotions
To tell you what I've become, a mess

Sometimes I drift into my imagination
I open the door and there you are
You greet me like nothing ever happened
It's all as before, when you were most close, not far

Sometimes I close my eyes
I dream the same dreams thrice
I silently hope that when my eyes flicker open
The fourth dream comes to life
The unlucky chain forever broken


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yay new poem :)

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