I no longer want to wait outside your door.
The dreams, once so beautiful, are thoughts that I now abhor.
A little tear trickled down her porcelain face.
The freckles showed you just how shattered she was.
You just wouldn’t open the door.
Some days I hear you shuffle behind the wooden pane.
Those days I lean forward
For I have faith that you will turn the knob and let her in
Before she crumbles and fades away.
But,
You are too heartless,
I thought you were kind.
I saw the innocence brimming in your eyes,
But never once thought you capable of watching her die.
Today, I sit at the stairway again.
Waiting for you to open the door where she laid.
She lay on the doorway, fragile and weak.
Her hair grew white,
Each breath she took she faded away.
You ignored her, you denied her.
I walk away now. Mayhaps your guilt kills you inside.
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