Splinter Poem by Brie Carter

Knock, they say
And the doors shall be opened
They forget to mention the splinters
The price of asking
Where is the guarantee that says
I will like the answer
I want to sign my name
A contract
No more disappointments.

A trip?
Yes, I'll buy a ticket
I've booked my heart on the titanic
Once more
The view at first is optimistic

Romance blossoms like an orchid in May
The the damnable iceberg rears it's head
It is enevitable
You will plunge into the icy darkness
And pray desperatly for a rescue ship
Hope in the night

A door
To lead you out of this nightmare
You knock.

Splinter...