Waiting at the Door

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I can’t explain so deep inside
The very fabric of my soul
Only a heart that grieves such loss
Can ever truly understand

It’s like you’re waiting at the door
Until a loved one comes back home
You feel a longing in your heart
When they appear the longing stops

But in a loss that never ends
You’re always standing at that door
You feel the longing in the breeze
So incomplete and never filled

I cannot find the words to say
Just what it’s like to want forever
Never seeing them again
Just always waiting at the door

 

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tony sheridan

Tue 4th Dec 2012 19:08

Beautiful.Take care, Tony.

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Cathy

Wed 7th Nov 2012 11:19

You put your finger on it there. Like waiting for a bus that will never turn up.

You have hit the nail on the head- and that is a good thing to do with an awful feeling- because your heart just had a word with my heart. X

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Mikhail Smith

Tue 23rd Oct 2012 15:24

wish I'd thought of this title, like the repetition of the line, can almost hear the voice.

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Tom

Tue 23rd Oct 2012 13:23

Wow, Ally. That's great! So glad to see you posting again too. It reminded me of the Kath Bloom song The Breeze/My Baby Cries, don't know if you've heard it?

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Lynn Dye

Mon 15th Oct 2012 16:15

Wonderfully put, Alison, brought tears to my eyes.

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Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Mon 15th Oct 2012 16:03

Very much enjoyed Alison.

Thank you.

Pat'n'Stef.xx

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