She walked past <br />her door. <br /> <br />Then, confused...came back. <br /> <br />Her door <br />was red <br /> <br />but I <br />had painted it <br /> <br />black. <br /> <br />She just stood there <br />like she was made of stone. <br /> <br />I guess...she <br />didn’t dig it. <br /> <br />A girl & a guy <br />sauntered past <br /> <br />each sharing <br />an earpiece apiece <br /> <br />early STONES <br />leaking out <br /> <br />staining the afternoon. <br /> <br />“Say something! ” I said. <br /> <br />“Say anything! ” I pleaded. <br /> <br />“Go! ” she said. <br /> <br />“Go! ” she repeated. <br /> <br />“And never...ever <br /> <br />darken my door <br /> <br />...again! ”<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/never-ever-for-byran/
