Your Door

0 Comments

Tags:
  • Your Door

    Your Door

    Your Door

    Here I am
    Standing at your door
    I've thought about this moment
    A thousand times before
    And I've been waiting
    For your answer
    Those three words
    You know I want to hear

    You have no idea
    What you mean to me
    You have no idea
    What you've done for me

    So here I am
    Standing at your door
    Praying that you'll open it
    Don't leave me here in the cold
    I'll keep waiting
    Waiting for your answer
    Those three words
    You know I want to hear

    Poem Comments

    (0)

    Please login or register

    You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
    leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

    Login or Register

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.