A Scribble and A Dream (36) - Knocking on Your Door

Knocking On Your Door

Here I am

As if knocking on your door

Sitting here, waiting

For the day that'll never come

How are you? Are you fine?

Is life better for you?

Twelve days has passed since you left

And here I am, thinking of you

Of the days gone past

Of the day your door was shut

Of me standing and trying

Knock, knock, knock

Of you not opening

What was once open

Of you, once again closing

Of me waiting here alone

Was I mad?

Was I clingy?

Was I insane?

Was I out of my mind?

Was I giving you a hard time?

Oh, if so, I apologize

And I'll try my best

To hold back

All my sadness, I'll keep myself

Until I find myself

No longer knocking

Nor waiting

On your heart's door again

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A Scribble and A Dream (35) - Who Will?

Who Will?

The young lady looked up to the sky
No, she can not see the world
As beautiful as how it was before
She has heard too much, and now she’s afraid

She trusted someone
Though that someone has refused to trust her
And at the end of it, she realized
That it was always a one-sided effort

Never reciprocated, always ignored

She tried reaching out to someone else
To the point she even shouted to herself,
“Stop chasing people!”
“Just off with it!”

But she was never in that person’s mind at all
And everytime she said,
“This is my friend.”
Deep down, she knew they aren’t.
They never treated each other as such.

And now, here she is.
Feeling so silently lonely.
Yet unable to show it to anybody.
Except to Him who resides over the sky.

“It’s not building anybody else,
And my tears are not for show,
Not even to my family.
For I’ll need to be strong and tough.”

But still, the melancholy hits back.
She looked back to the door of her heart.
Shall I close it then until the time comes for someone to open it?
But then, who will?

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