By Crystevin
Date: 27 April 2000
On the Shelf
Walking through the out door once again
in my revolving life of peril and sin,
Doors close, life begins
Doors open, choices depend
on guard, playing hard
losing battles
fighting my shadow.
Days, months, years
unresolved issues
unresolved fears.
No answers found in love
The question I need has not been asked
The mystery remains
is this my pain?
To love and lost?
to find again?
Which one?
Which one will find me
yet, have I've found myself?
The dust has gathered
on lost love's shelf.
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