The Empty Door Frame
Laying on the floorAnd remembering him standing by the door.
I remember how he feels.
The warmth of his skin that makes me shiver even more.
I can't let this begin.
I remember all to well what I need to forget.
How I laid on the floor
And remembered him standing by the empty door.
I couldn't take it any more.
I laid on the floor alone.
I started to wonder
If it was better for me to be on my own.
I remembered wasted times.
When I cried and he didn't hide from me.
I wish he could see what he's done.
He beckons and I come.
Shivering in the night air.
I cried because I used to care.
I wondered if I was better on my own.
He stood in the door frame and left me alone.
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