If You Come, Love
Love,if you come knocking at my doorturn the knob and enterthis time I won't answerI'm tired of rushing to greet only to get disappointed.Love,I'm sorry for giving up right on your turnit's unfair of me to judge youbased on the actions of the ones beforeor their lack thereof.Love,it's ok to make yourself at homeget acquainted with the lonely roomspay attention to where the shadows formI'm tired of providing only sunand blooming when there's no one to care for.Love,if after all this you decide to stayif despite all this you still want to make homemy heart is yours to tamemy soul is yours to love.Love,one last word of advice, thoughbeware of full moons.The tides get highand I'd hate to drown you too.© Máh Lima
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