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The Revolving Door
by Sarah BoomI constantly swore
That my love for you was never more
And yet here I am, once again
Standing Idly outside your door
I could easily find the words to say
That I loathed your very existance
And yet here we are
And I haven't strayed far
I tell all my friends
This will be the honest end
And here I am sleeping over
Waiting for my heart to mend
I believe all your lies
And you doubt all my truths
So what is it darling
That keeps me here with you
Every smile I had to fake
Every lie you tried to hide
Every little piece of me
That slowly withered and died
Every time you smashed my heart
Then mended it once more
Was nothing but the creation
Of our revolving door 10/22/2007
Author's Note: I used the term revolving door to define my past relationship to a friend, and she told me today she was using it for a novel. I realized then, that it would indeed be a great poem title.
its a bit cheesy cornball-esque, but it's sincere
Posted on 10/22/2007
Copyright © 2025 Sarah Boom
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