Knock on my door.

 I did put this poem down, I did write these words, but I have a firm belief that poems are not written, but they are a gift from the creative expression of the entire universe. This one is especially sweet and very simple...not intended to wow you into a literary haze, but to relate and identify with an emotion so beautiful and genuine that it is rare in today's world of dispensable relationships, insincere faith and general flakiness.

I was making a wish upon a broken star,

When you decided to knock upon my door.

I was dreamin’ away, but my life so far

Had been an utterly inescapable bore.

But that was before you knocked on my door.

Being in love is a cruel joke they said,

That we humans play on ourselves day by day;

But in my heart I know that I’d rather drop dead

Then watch my reflection in your eyes fade away.

It wasn’t a joke any longer, when you knocked on my door.

There is no going back anymore,

No falling back into my insidious ways.

No scrambling around, no time to deplore

As my mind locks me into a state of malaise.

But that was since you knocked on my door.

I wouldn’t say that I’m nobody without you,

I wouldn’t demean myself to an empty shell.

But you sure know how to complete my view

And suddenly, maybe the orient isn’t below hell.

But would that be so if you hadn’t knocked on my door?

Time may fall and distance may weep,

The strings will stretch too far, too wide;

Yet I let you go as I lull into sunset sleep

I’ll be okay when my tears have dried.

It’s been too long since you knocked on my door.

Maybe wishes aren’t enough, I think,

Marveling at the beauty in your eyes;

Life isn’t blue roses and frothy sea pink,

With its highs hidden as lows in disguise.

Maybe I’ll make my mind up when, once more,

You kick up a stride and knock on my door.