The next door

Ein Gedicht von Mary H
You are my favorite illusion
But I wouldn‘t mind if you
Disappear, in conclusion

Watch me cry and scream
It‘s never too late
To admit you‘ve been leaving the team
And entering my room of hate

My room of hate is full of
Jerks, politicians, and of you
What is your mind going through?
Don‘t tell me it‘s love

Maybe one day I can open
The next door
Figuring out how to go than
To stay and leaving the floor (without u)

Suffering isn‘t that bad
It helps you more than joy
So stay awhile and let me close the door,
Even if i have to feel sad (again)

Put your apologies in sky
Cuz we‘re gonna fly
And leave the door, we‘re too poor.

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29.03.2019
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