Caitlin Fillo

At The Door

when i see the door i remember you
ur scent ur smile
the momories we had...
when i see the door my heart breaks
and i cant stand it enymore
when ever i see that horrible door
i cry
when ever i think of that door
i always wondered why

for what i saw when i was at the door gives me heartwrenching pain
what i saw was a rope and from that rope u hanged
oh how i wished i stayed late that night mabe i could have saved your life oh how the image wont fade away
oh how i could swear i saw your face again today
but then i remembered and you faded away...

Poem Submitted: Friday, June 1, 2007
Poem Edited: Saturday, March 5, 2011

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