Alot of times we hide behind things in our lives....
Like a sunflower garden that didn't bloom.
A slight knock on the closet door wondering
If something was needed more.
To complete the journey through life's storm's and pain
Never looking back the story still remains.
The skeleton that hung so high left
Me wondering and still don't know why.
Could so many bones be left in one place?
Still a lot of things that you can't erase.
So many times our skeletons hide deep in our closets of life
And instead of dealing with them one by one, it leaves misery and strife
We keep them hidden because we feel as though no one will know
But as time passes they press against the closet door.
It is so easy to have an open heart and mind so your
Closet can be free and true love you'll find.
Just be real don't bury your skeletons they'll only
Continue to increase and the door to your closet of
Life will continue to bulge out and eventually fly open
And you'll spend the rest of your life trying to sort through
All the skeletons that have separated you from true love....
Poetry by sunflower
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Written on 2010-09-13 at 23:38
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The Closet
The darkness arise in the back of the roomLike a sunflower garden that didn't bloom.
A slight knock on the closet door wondering
If something was needed more.
To complete the journey through life's storm's and pain
Never looking back the story still remains.
The skeleton that hung so high left
Me wondering and still don't know why.
Could so many bones be left in one place?
Still a lot of things that you can't erase.
So many times our skeletons hide deep in our closets of life
And instead of dealing with them one by one, it leaves misery and strife
We keep them hidden because we feel as though no one will know
But as time passes they press against the closet door.
It is so easy to have an open heart and mind so your
Closet can be free and true love you'll find.
Just be real don't bury your skeletons they'll only
Continue to increase and the door to your closet of
Life will continue to bulge out and eventually fly open
And you'll spend the rest of your life trying to sort through
All the skeletons that have separated you from true love....
Poetry by sunflower
Read 565 times
Written on 2010-09-13 at 23:38
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