On my door,
Before the dawn awakens the dew...
You knock.
As if to be anticipated.
And I creep up to the window.
To take a peek at the creep,
Who disturbed my few hours of sleep.
And discover...
That 'creep' is you!
And sneaky with my peeking too,
Because I don't want to open my door...
To allow us to even speak.
My cup has runneth over...
From your drama you wish me to include.
You made it easy to stay away from you.
And not have my peace disturbed on purpose.
You made it easy to stay away from you.
And the conflicts you initiate to agitate.
But at this hour you have chosen,
I nor it...
Will be used to bait me to let you in,
To begin any scenes.
Especially the ones you choose to react,
As the main character.
With you biting off the head,
Of anyone who has had it.
And becomes,
Just a bit too snippy to a snap dragon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem