Sunday, October 21, 2007

Behind a Locked Door

I've been living behind a locked door;

Though I found the key a while ago

Fear and comfort kept me inside

Telling me it's safer to hide.

So I pretended to be on the other side

And it seemed to work perfectly fine.

But I knew I wasn't whole

Someone told me there is more.

Something inside me wanted to soar.

So I picked myself off the floor

And decided to open that door.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

i like this one very very much though it's very short, but i just can feel exactly wat u mean by the locked door,as if ur talkin about us;)if u know wat i u ya 7abibty so much we ya rab
ye5aleky leya 4ever:D
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