That thing
that can't go away
that earning
that hopes for a better day,
That fantasy
that's free from the mind
that longing
that waits for your love.
Are you coming?
are you half way?
I am waiting
by the doorway...
then you knock
when I have given up
gone inside
and locked the door.
I hear your voice
calling...
but can't let you in,
I feel your breath
in the stillness you bring
still can't let you in.
Me in my empty room
You standing at my door
waiting...
I know you are still there
Don't wait for me
to let you in
just come in
and find yourself a sit
a place
I am not hospitable
when you know my weakness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice write, flow is good and really like this. Great line (I am not hospitable when you know my weakness) .