And so I looked
towards the door,
my thoughts lingering
like your presence -
Shadows of indifference upon the threshold.
To exit would be
your finality,
the escape of all I
once held as true;
my depravity the doorknob.
The door has always been open,
but until now I have avoided
the Coldness, the continual draft
of your existence.
The other side beckons to me
with it's decadent hands of denial,
so eagerly awaiting this
staved immaculance.
To walk through that door,
to forget,
would be my last act of submission
carried out in your name.
So I walked
through that door, and I
left my shroud of naivete
on the hanger nearby
that is cluttered
with other such hypocrisy
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I felt stronger after reading your poem. Thank you. It is written beautifully.
bobo
I like it, im going to give it to my girlfriend, well soon to be ex girlfriend. I hope she takes it well
kero
this poem is true to the heart, that should be all that matters.
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