There were doors
I wished would stay open.
There were warm hands
I wished would hold mine.
But every one
Was like a passing season.
A summer that promised
But only turned to snow.
I longed for her approval.
I prayed for permanence in her eyes.
But each goodbye.
Carved another hole.
Into my heart.
A quiet echo.
Where love should be.
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 4:53 PM UTC
There were doors
I wished would stay open.
There were warm hands
I wished would hold mine.
But every one
Was like a passing season.
A summer that promised
But only turned to snow.
I longed for her approval.
I prayed for permanence in her eyes.
But each goodbye.
Carved another hole.
Into my heart.
A quiet echo.
Where love should be.
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