papirfugl

Open doors

Another goodbye is another story
Though it hurts like it was life
Another love’s another feeling
That you don’t need to fight

A question is a word of wisdom
That begs to be rephrased
This end, a latent metaphor
Waiting to be raised

Behind each closing door
There’s a story, sculpted in time
A Who, When, Where and How
Too alive to need a Why

The road to love is paved
With ambivalent intentions
In leaving love, no one gives
The rule any exceptions

If everything means something else
And you meant everything to me
Something may arise from this
That changes everything

Behind each closing door
There’s a story, sculpted in time
A Who, When, Where and How
Too alive to need a Why