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Feb 2013
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.
JKela Smith
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