Come through the door

Come through the door short poem

I’ve never seen you like I know that you do
You’ve got to see me more and more
I want to see you more than you do
Come through the door

I look around at what it is that you do
I can’t believe there were ever any wars
I want to go somewhere that you do
Come through my door

You know I cried because I loved you too
You know I cried whilst trying to reach the door
You know I know you listened very closely
You brought me to the door

In the silence I can hear you
In the times that I’ve listened in awe before
I wash my body in the water to be near you
I am clean so help me through the door.

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