An Opened Door, Steps On the Floor
I heard pages flipping
As a sign of calling,
We both needed each attention
And we both realised there was a tension,
At night we will wish a good
Though there was a flowing mood,
I closed the door without locking
Thinking of going in without knocking,
I could hear her voice talking over phone
To wish she was in this bed refreshing my backbone,
But she just waited
And i just hesitated,
An opened door
Steps on the floor.
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