small Steps
It takes small steps to an open door;
We broke the laws of our hearts – so filled with triviality
Our steps became stomps as the marches of war.
Wrapped our wreath of lies sunk in the black water.
We wouldn’t dream offering one another a lowly apology;
it takes small Steps to an open door.
Do you understand gone? It isn’t hard to lose love in your core.
The last thing we lost were the keys to that door. Maybe
we lost each other in the realms of passion along the shore.
How the hell did we get lost?
We lost each other over a party or
was it because we left each other deserted on an island for
centuries? To the seas!
It takes small Steps to an open door.
—I lost you and you lost me - something we ignored.
Obscure in our vanity - now, all we have is a bad memory.
It takes small steps to an open door.
We shall never know what we didn’t explore.