Doors open; Infinitely swinging both ways.
But please don't come, if you cannot stay.
And please don't promise, if no promises you're willing to make.
Please just love me; simply because you know my name.
For now, hope is all I hold, in this hopeless abode.
Forever resting, in this empty home; I call my heart, the roaming gnome.
© 2013 Christina Jackson
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 11:01 AM UTC
Doors open; Infinitely swinging both ways.
But please don't come, if you cannot stay.
And please don't promise, if no promises you're willing to make.
Please just love me; simply because you know my name.
For now, hope is all I hold, in this hopeless abode.
Forever resting, in this empty home; I call my heart, the roaming gnome.
© 2013 Christina Jackson
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