There is a door to my mind
It is open all the time
Waiting for words of kind
Hoping you say you’re mine.
As I travel through rivers of sleep
Hearing you call from the deep
I sweep up the words you speak.
When I am alone I peek
Through the door I seek
These words from you I keep.
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Author:
Ameljor (
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Like this little peek through the door of your mind, and I'm sure at some point those words will be shared with another.
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