Kelly Zion

Rookie - 261 Points (11/27/1994)

Behind The Door - Poem by Kelly Zion

I'm behind the curtain,
I'm behind the door
she thinks I don't exist,
maybe 'cause I don't.
She's such a sweet girl,
she loves Tim McGraw,
she tries to do her best,
but this world is so hard.
She needs me to hold her tight,
but I'm not there,
because I'm behind the curtain,
I'm behind the door.
I'm the voice in the wind,
I'm the shadow on the floor
I'm locked far away
so I can't get to her.
She's been broken so many times,
she's like a flower bloom,
you touch it and away it flies
and that's what she does too;
you touch her softly and she spreads her wings
into the parakeet sky,
you hurt her and she grabs her things
and away she flies.
You only get one chance to love
when you're walking on the edge,
you only get one chance to rise above
when you're falling in the wind,
but I'm not there to lift her up,
because I'm behind the curtain,
I'm behind the door.
The door has rusty hinges,
the window's locked up tight
I can't get in
to hold her every night.
I'm the feather falling down
from the forgotten bird
I'm a feather in her pillow
I feel so close to her,
but still,
I'm behind the curtain,
I'm behind the door.
Oh, I'd never forget her,
but I'm behind the curtain,
I'm behind the door.


Comments about Behind The Door by Kelly Zion

  • Rookie - 182 Points Buxton Shippy (4/23/2013 7:39:00 AM)

    I enjoy reading this poem, very good. Keep on writing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013


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