You're stood in the doorframe of my mind:
lingering, simmering, wavering on the step.
Grinning loving- and mockingly, you wind
me back slowly into your sweet lulling grip.
I look into your eyes.
I miss you, I miss us.
But that door is shut.
Dec 6, 2025
Dec 6, 2025 at 7:19 PM UTC
You're stood in the doorframe of my mind:
lingering, simmering, wavering on the step.
Grinning loving- and mockingly, you wind
me back slowly into your sweet lulling grip.
I look into your eyes.
I miss you, I miss us.
But that door is shut.
