The doors

Faith and lack of faith little hesistations

I let you go away
To let you come along
I let you to kill yourself
To be alone
I'm going through
My sins so proud
Being the owner of my soul

And then
I want to know
Are you still there
Behind my door?

And then I wish
To believe
That you are there still
But I'm afraid
You do not exist.

Reviews

[Jibey]

'Little hesitations' indeed... so the heart is fraught and anxious over a loved one's intentions... A charming write