The open door

I wrote this, using influence from someone I will always hold dear to me. Even though it's likely I will never get to touch his face...

I took the chance to breathe you in. 

I knew from the start it was a foolish

attempt at happiness.

Still I left the door to my heart

wide open. Swinging in the wind

I hoped you'd take the hint and

walk right in.

I got everything but you.
I received everything but the truth

to set me free. I sat at the end

of the table waiting. Everything 

was there but you.

Some of the signs pointed one way.
The others pointed another.
I want to believe there is something

in you influenced by me.

The feast has grown cold.
I understand you are busy.

I sit by myself waiting and waiting.
For the tell tale heart to come calling

me Again.I got everything but you.

I received everything but the truth

to set me free. I sat at the end

of the table waiting. Everything 

was there but you.

Until the clock struck my darkest hour.
The thieves took advantage of the door

to my heart and left me with nothing.

Standing to my feet, I walked along the 

floor in bare feet to a letter, on the porch.

It's only good bye if you don't try.

Author's Note

This was literally written as my heart raced in my chest. If the person who I wrote this for ever manages to see this. I hope he knows that, he's the closest anyone has ever been to my heart.

Reviews

[MIngram]

I hope you will find somebody that makes you feel this way again. Very emotional. Nice write.