Locked OutA Poem by Riley
Been knocking on this door for a while
So long my fingers are hurting I tried my key but it seems like she changed the locks She never had time for me, should I have got her more clocks? Now I'm locked out, probably from heaven Someone call the fire department or dial 9/11 Maybe someone broke in and stole what I wanted Neither chasing the sun nor curving bullets is what I wanted I guess now it's too late The heart hoped to occupy is to let A new tenant will move in Hoping to get along with the landlady I'm sure they will She's such a nice lady © 2015 Riley |
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Added on July 12, 2015 Last Updated on October 9, 2015 |