2003-04-23 04:47:27 (UTC)

That Door

That Door

A faded day that still somehow lingers
a time of the past at the tip of your fingers
a preson that is now a complete stranger
forgotten about the babe in the manger
a fault now there from that earthwuake
caused by you when you made that mistake
a stranger you became to your own face
now believing your nothing but a disgrace
hitting that rugged rock bottom below
having not one positive thing to show
thinking how it would be if you weren't here
wondering if anyone would shed just one tear
knowing you can't go on anymore
if only you hadn't walked through that door.

Ashley L. Archer