Behind The Hidden Closet Door
Prolouge
IT does'nt matter what I do,
Or what I say.
You would'nt listen anyway.
You do care,you cannot
Hear,
The thumping of my lonely heart
Falls on your deaf
Ear.
And so, I crawl back
Behind the hidden closet door.
All crunched down on the cold
Floor.
Because it in the closet
I find my solid
Rock
And it is here in my mouth
I put my proverbia
Sock.
