Do not stare at me under the glare of the sun, <br />nor kiss my lips before night has begun, <br />Do not wrap your arms around me till you are asleep. <br />nor try and hold me until i have become old and week. <br /> <br />Do not send me flowers until i am dead, <br />give them to your mother instead, <br />Do not speak to me nicely until i see red, <br />speak nicely to your father instead. <br /> <br />I am a man and i dont do emotions well, <br />from the above i guess you can tell, <br />I am a closed door, <br />yet you, you are the key. <br />and i am so scared for you are slowly unlocking me. <br /> <br />once open what then, will everything come crashing in, <br />what torments, what pains what dirt will it bring. <br />you reassure me that only clean feet will come through the door <br />yet how can i be sure, <br />trust me, you said, <br />and with that you cuddled me, <br />then a creak, <br />and the door opened a little more.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-locked-door/
