It's cold and lonely standing here in this doorway between all in and all out.
Will you let me in or should I stand here and shout?
If I turn and leave I know you will plead... No please don't go, but I won't have heard a thing Since it is only in thought a spoken thing.
I stand here compelled by your warmth even if it comes in a breeze and as quickly as it came now it leaves.
This cold becomes overwhelming as I await the mystery of where the warmth has gone.
Maybe if I turn this way or bend that I will attract that warmth and it will linger just a bit longer then Before.
My arms grow tired trying to reach that place so far beyond....this doorway doesn't talk. Leaves me to my devises and my own train of thought
I know you've been your own best friend for so long it's hard to remember that I'm standing in this doorway waiting for you to say.....Come on in.
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Lara Everett
Well, I am a single mom with 2 kids. I have a 13 year old daughter and an 8 year old son. I have currently decided to boldly go where NO single mom has gone before (accept maybe J.K. Rowling) and follow my dreams only experience is passion.
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