Revolving Door
I could sit here all night
And write poems about you
Because the way that you left
Was so out of the blue.
My life is a revolving door
People constantly leaving
And everytime it closes
I am left constantly grieving.
But everytime the door shuts
It's left unlocked for someone new
The next person that opens it
Will never compare to you.
I want to lock the door forever
Or super glue it shut
Because this pain of people coming and going
Is honestly becoming too much.
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