You know, hearing those words dear.
You make them so belivable.
Though I have many doubts.
The doors never locked,
You may leave when you please.
Everytime you get close to leaving you Freeze at the doormat.
Doubts cross your mind.
You realize we'll never amount to anything in this crazy world.
So you try and stay close, We must stick together.
So lets face it, Love just does not exist.
So come back away from the doormat and go ahead and come back to bed.
We'll lay here in silence, like we normally do.
Though, the silence says to many things I wish it would end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem