There is a door I want to open... Instead we've open the window I told you I dnt like to start things I cant finish The breeze through this window feels amazing It isnt wide open but just a little crack, Letting me feel things I havent felt in a while Summer just started and the chills on my skin makes my hair stand I sit and stare at this window, Thinking if I should open it more Or just open the door.
This is a metaphor poem about starting something with someone but not wanting to indulge it. Just knowing things wont go the you want it so instead you just slowing start things up.