Door Number One

Been thinking about door number one

I am sure it’s the one you’re hiding behind,

you and your history. How will I know?

I’ve forgotten your love, your anxiety.

But I have not forgotten how wrong I’ve been.

Is there any forgiveness left inside your heart,

your heart the purist of all hearts, the queen.

You deserved better. I hope you found it.

I became the anti Christ in your life and now

I stand staring at door number one.

It’s useless, futile with little hope.

Walk away my heart pleads,

walk away before she bleeds

with second thoughts about her love.