Knock....Knock....Knock...
The past came knocking at my door
I froze,not knowing what to do
Should I open to let it in?
Or prevent my ears from listening,
My heart jumped to open
My mind shouted,to stop him
You're the one who's been harmed
Why acting so dumb?
I was stuck in the middle
Waiting for the right decision
Part of me wanted to go
The other part begging to hold,
Till this moment,I'm standing still
Can't find words to end my poem
If only my past could help and say
The reason of coming back again.
Copyright © Mirna Arabi | Year Posted 2010
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