I heard a voice in the night

and tried to listen to its call.

I fought to stay alive long enough

to understand it all.

I hope and dreamed for the love,

the love of this silly little girl.

But in the end she shoved me out

of her open red door.

I have her picture here,

somewhere in my home.

Its perfect as the mountains,

and beautiful to the core.

But if I find it,

I will rip it to shreds!

I will cut it with broken glass

and claim my revenge.

She didn’t understand my hints.

She never listened to my signs.

She kept her perfect little way

and left me here to die.

She never once listened

to what I had to say.

She always had her opinion

her own little ways.

I wish I could have shown her

my hopes, my dreams, my love.

But she never took the time to look.

She only had time to dream.

So now I sit here broken

throw back out into despair.

She left to rot on the walkway

another path to pure despair.

Why did she do it?

I still don’t have a clue.

I really only know this.

She Threw me out, laughed at me, and slammed the door in my face.

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