Keep on knocking, darling

Our words are fading away
My sharp edges
And the gentle curves
Of your voice
Seem to collide
In all the wrong corners
Let’s make a deal
Keep knocking on my door
I cannot promise that I’ll open
Today or tomorrow
But I will listen
To your gushing heartbeat
I’ll imagine your soft fingers
Longingly lingering on the other side
And maybe, just maybe
Our eyes will meet
Before the next full moon
Turns blue.

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Sho shweet! May any other could write he'll open the door just when she knocks but you showed the other side of play of yearning!
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