Without Doors
I put you back on my ocean's shores
away from my heart, away from my core.
Not because I want to
but because every inch of me told me to.
I'm trying to open up but I need to try more
to love you...without doors.
I cry
my hand's on the knob,
you touch me,
my heart throbs.
One last look at you before the door shuts,
you're hurt, I'm the reason you're cut.
But I can't care
til I'm behind the door.
Can't go anywhere
but behind my door
til my tears stop,
so I turn the lock.
I'd love to spill out all my worries and pour
them into you, but I'm afraid to make them yours.
What happens when they're yours?
Where will we go from there?
I know you could throw away my door,
but I'm afraid to not need it anymore.
Here's my problem:
every inch of me loves you.
Help me put on the kid gloves I wore.
I'll try to love you without doors
but I need to try a little more
without doors.
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