Unbolt

She’s  standing outside his door

Waiting to be let in once more

To tell him he is a part of her

To hold his hand and never let go

Weak and wasted , she hopes and prays

One day he’ll know she’s not wicked and vile

May be then he’ll unbolt the door

And she will find her vanished smile.

— that mishmash ( for wordsmith)

 

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