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Knock knock
Contributed by
withering_rose
on
Thursday, 30th June 2005 @ 11:52:27 AM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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Knock knock, the sound I make with the door,
hoping you'll answer I knock once again, once more.
Then I walk to the small dusty window covered with cob webs,
and press my nose against the dirty glass.
My eyes swiftly wandering the enchanted room.
A few wasted minutes pass,
and I come to the conclusion
that know one has been here,
it's all in the past.
I knock on the window, once again, once more,
but fearing I'll tear up, I just go sit on the craggy steps
of the front porch filled with many dry leaves
and wait patiently for you're return.
I remember a time a few years back
when you told me you'd always be here
awaiting my knock.
But, that day has come, this time I bring my full devoted love
all packed in my now slowly and painfully
shattering heart.
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withering_rose
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2005-06-30 11:52:27]
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Re: Knock knock
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by hauntedscorp on
Thursday, 30th June 2005 @ 12:36:01 PM AEST
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Awww...I like this. Good emotional expression in this write. A bit of a nostalgic piece, filled with longing and regret. Well done.
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Re: Knock knock
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by MissPiggy on
Sunday, 17th December 2006 @ 01:15:53 PM AEST
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Really great, lots of expession
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