Will you open the door when my heart will harp your name, will you look at my hands and see how I held your smell your touch your stories while I walked through a storm, dived deep into an ocean my palms never tired of holding your pieces in a fist, tight pieces that I rushed to put together sitting next to the fire place my body drenched with rain water my eyes moving madly, constantly, my body shivering, my fingers shaking while putting your pieces together just to create an illusion of your love around myself will you open the door if I pour my eaten heart out, can you heal this piece of flesh, can you give me a part of yourself that no one has seen tell me how have you been Doors that hold us - By Madiha Shams Khan
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