The Door of The Night
My parents had always loved me without a little limit,
Alone with my beliefs, I adored all women with no border.
I walked over by the door of the night, by myself with no fears,
I got a bit closer and you tried to push me away, I am like your sister.
Crazy, nuts, fool were me correct names of my walk in darkness,
You laughed mutely so the birds sang and the moon got brighter.
The devil inside me left me alone, still I managed to walk happily,
And started demanding life of your love, crying baby needs a mother.
The crying moon was a theory, that I believed after watching him
Dropping off your tears of missing some feelings, my heart moaning louder.
Because of my love to you, all the people wore black to share
My griefs of missing you all the time, they have told me to choose another
Doors still, I refused because the creator has said there is no law
Against love, I am not a super believer nor an older man with heart breaker.
Of my young age, I never understood about why I kept on dreaming,
Until I saw most of them in between your hands, watch myself getting closer
Here I am in front of your woman, I walked forward to you without
Having a bottle of water nor ate a healthy breakfast for one whole year.
If you embrace my unknowable flesh, I will be your loyal man,
Even if you smoke me like your cigarette and drink me like a bottle of beer.
If your happiness would grow inside me way more sorrows even
If I bleed of blood of depression caused by you, I will even be more stronger.
My only problem is I always believed that love is blind with you,
Understand of my yearnings, so I can believe that I am not a hopeless lover.
29/12/2014
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Submitted on June 05, 2015
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Stanzas | 12 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2 |
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