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Knocking at My Door

Love doesn't come knocking at my door anymore

The doormat is as unused as my emotions

The feelings got pushed under the rug on the floor

Silence is my new commotion

 

Your absence was prominent, not a moment to spare

My Happiness was sent in a new direction

My heart beats with sounds of despair

The pain hit me like an infection

 

Wishfully pondering upon your return

Reality is being shoved in my face

I know you won't, when will I learn

My pride I'll just have to embrace

 

Living anew, reborn again; for life isn't what it seems sometimes

I'll continue to live, with my head held high, I'm going to keep walking

No matter the path, or the road, I'll continue to climb

Moving along, wiser, I'll know when love comes back knocking.

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jkela-smith
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Feb 13, 2013
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