That Old DoorA Poem by Vela June (or aira isane)
I lived in a house
Where my heart got hurt. I had an old door. I built the wise house For my naive heart. I kept the old door from before. I built the experienced house To protect my broken heart. I kept the creaky door from before. I built the strongest house To let rest my weary heart. I kept the rotting door from before. I built the frozen house To stop my beating heart. I kept the burning door from before. I tore down my house To expose my fragile heart. I kept open the old door from before. © 2011 Vela June (or aira isane)Author's Note
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1 Review Added on August 17, 2011 Last Updated on August 31, 2011 Tags: life, heartbreak, love AuthorVela June (or aira isane)Long Beach, CAAboutI’m currently a homebody, doing the things that I love which are drawing and writing. With the second chance of having free time, I’ve immersed myself in works I’ve put off for a whi.. more..Writing
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