I am a locked door because I remain shut
The inner contents of my mind, you'll never see
The hidden abyss that lies behind the door
Forever sealed into my cerebrum
The constant shatters of glass and horrid screams
Just listen to the latches crossing and hinges squeal
YOU ARE READING
When We Were Young
PoetrySmell the rose. Place it in arms, Hold it close to your heart, and never forget me. WHEN WE WERE YOUNG.. A Bunch of Old Poems By: "Untitled"
