Honeyed Lips.

There are doors where doors should not be

And no bloody door where I want doors to be

GOD! Today is a really fracking bad day.

Today is a really fluffing shite day.

I feel strangely akin to a glowing door

Standing alone in the middle of a forest

Or maybe stranded in a dry parched desert

A tiny, barely noticeable door at the base of a skyscraper

A floating door in the sky,

Wide open and leading to who knows where

I opened the coveted door of my heart to you

A door which many have tried to storm

But the battlement held firm, refusing to be budged

Then you came with honeyed lips,

Dripping with gooey chocolaty goodness

You walked boldly in, proclaiming your fealty

Sir knight, loyal, faithful, devoted and true

You trampled all over the roses...drank all of the wine

Pissed all over the carpet made of delicate refined threads

Stole all of my prized emotions, possessions treasured dearly

You drank your fill...asked for more, more and more

Enough is enough...there is the door

Use it...

I have no more of that which I shall freely give

But wait...

Hold on a moment

Leave my heart where you once found it

Happily beating in my chest

Keep on walking...

The roses they will regrow

My heart I am guarding

From the villains of the world

For doors will lead to wonderous doors once more

And broken dreams will find wings to dance.