Closing Doors

Closing Doors short poem

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Love is waiting for me to choose.
What do I want? Do I want you?
The past is pulling me away from my future.
Fearful steps forwards or backwards;
Do I want to win her heart or remain a loser?
She is my magnet, drawing me in
And all I can think is I must leave.
All I want is love, but woe is me.
My heart is sad; my only remedy,
Is to leap into love, arms wide open, not scared.
So why do I keep walking away, when I should always be there?
Ready and waiting for the feel of her touch,
Instead I am falling into a hole of despair.
I hate my mind that lies; I’m screaming out for a sign.
Just tell me what to do; help me to find,
The answers I am forever searching for.
When my heart should be welcoming her in,
I am only able to close the door.

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