Open Your Door

I think like a saint,
But swing like a thief
I�m leading you to believe
I�m your prince,
So open your door
Open the door
But where is the Grace?
Let�s close the doors behind
And leave this place
My God
Shes made so pretty
But lives so ugly
Why does it feel so right?
When all we do is wrong
When such tragic minds think alike
Exactly what we need
Inside you, inside me
I�m no savior.
I�m no saint.
That�s not what you needed anyway
Drowning in our mistakes
Yesterday
Has gone away
It was You that carried me every step of the way
Open Your door
There is nothing left here for me
This room has screamed out untold truths
Its check out time
Ill leave the light on for you.

Reviews

[Kees Kapteyn]

I love this line:

"Shes made so pretty
But lives so ugly "

It says so much and I'm envious that you thought of it first!

It's so true of so many women- they have the potential to be true princesses yet their circumstances don't allow them to achieve that. I love being able to see that. This woman looks like someone you could fall in love with, you're standing at the cusp of discovering her. Very well written.

[desertraven]

I like this piece. Great flow as well as a great story.
Sandra

[The Autumn Faerie]

Enjoyable piece.
One night stand, I take it?
Good flow, and it certainly kept my attention.

Well done!