the door

my mind have sort of many things

from pink

to blue

from satin

to embroidered

from silver

to gold

from nothing

to everything

but no one ever step in

and no one ever knock

until you did

the door that i thought is just

a part of the wall

now become an entrance 

and i dont know

how to pry it open

you keep knocking

and your knocking

are so gentle

it makes me wonder

what is it that you carry

is it only you

or is it something you want to left

in my room

i hope its not sharp

because everything in my room

is soft and fluffy

i want to open it

the door

and its not the action of seeing

your reaction to be

but the action

of learning

how to open it

the door

i am sure theres a way

but im still looking