I've been knocking on the same door,
looking for an answer.
But when I found it I was on floor.
In pain,
I whimpered and cried.
Socked in the rain,
of my own tears.
The words left my lips,
strong and proud.
Unaware of the trips.
I would be forced to take.
Towards a destination,
of my regretted mistake.
Curiosity killed the cat,
though it had nine lives.
Left tears in his wives eyes,
and satisfaction hoping it revives.
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Just Poems
PoetryWelcome to my book of song ideas, lyrics and poems...Each poem i write has a background to it.....songs have emotions i have never felt but i cry through most of them...enjoy
