You left the door wide open;
a chilling breeze replaced your presence.
All that is left is a face
and a name-not even
the sound or tone of your
voice can be remembered.
You left the door wide open;
a thin sheet of glass
separating our worlds.
You left the door wide open;
before you used my
heart as target practise.
You left the door wide open;
making sure none
can take your place.
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 3:35 AM UTC
You left the door wide open;
a chilling breeze replaced your presence.
All that is left is a face
and a name-not even
the sound or tone of your
voice can be remembered.
You left the door wide open;
a thin sheet of glass
separating our worlds.
You left the door wide open;
before you used my
heart as target practise.
You left the door wide open;
making sure none
can take your place.
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