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The Door (poem)

Updated on September 4, 2014

There was a fight she slammed the door

Now I am free free to explore

Free from the chains which once burdened me

She won’t have her slave to kiss anymore


I don’t need her wait and she’ll see

There once was Joy I held the key

And it wasn’t me who started this fight

Which started because some big mystery


She’ll have to sleep alone tonight

Without these arms to hold her tight

So she’ll hold her pillow and wonder why

Why I couldn’t see perhaps she was right


There’s other girls who need a guy

Another dream to teach me to fly

Just what makes us think that there’s only you

Just call out my name and see my reply


Look at the pain you put me through

Just feeling that you feel it too

There must be an answer to all of this

Some silly excuse that’s hidden from view


I turn to the door something’s amiss

A small repair I can’t dismiss

A simple escape we both had hoped for

This door that opened a way to a kiss


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      r.kalyanamoorthy 3 years ago

      A door has two pull you in ..or make you exit..which way lies on your preference...knock will open...slam it..i will close...rk

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Nice rhythm to's always a pleasure to read your work, Martin.

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      Shauna L Bowling 3 years ago from Central Florida

      Love can be as harmful as it is cherishable. The wrong love should be free to walk out the door. Both parties deserve happiness. But it must be felt on both sides to be real and overcome the drama that is part of life.