And just for thought...
You may never walk through that door.
I may lie in this bed, confessing to paper, all my life.
These words grow.
When I turn off the light, I am still alone.
It is the same when rays pour through the blinds in the early morning.
Turning to my open door, you won't be waiting with a kiss.
Anticipating the end of the day, you won't be standing by the front door either.
You won't be there to hear the boring details of my boring day.
Will today be the day? I ask every day.
The answer is clear.
Outlook is dim.
I look for signs in odd places,
secretly dissecting generated computer horoscopes.
You many never knock on my door but what is there to do?
I may drown in this loneliness.
What is it to you?
You may not even exist.
When I turn off this light, I'll still be alone.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.