l know of a lady..
who sometimes shut her doors
leaving everyone around her clueless
trying to open her door if only for a little peek..
They can't help but be curious and care sometimes..
But alas....
their patience runs out and sometimes they never bother at all......
what she sits she wear a frown that trigger's everyone's emotions....
a puzzle few are willing to crack housing a questionable character backed with a beauty..
a cold heart rarely given to wamth..
l sometimes peek into her door..
no matter how far I run away from it I always find myself reaching for the knob to open...
Then with a little Creek I push it open...
there isn't much to see or change..
just a misunderstood heart trying to keep warm..
Expressing her self leads to tears atimes
then I feel the aches
l then light a candle in her cold heart trying my best to keep it warm sometimes it illuminates for a long while and sometimes it goes off instantly hiding a beautiful heart left cold..
admits the puzzled emotions I can still hear her voice piercing the air as she let's her voice flow..
adorned with her laughter cutting through hearts...
Revealing a warm
heart.....
©francisca
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