Haven't named it....mmm.....

Ok, now this poem i don't think is complete... I wrote it for someone, whom i have just started dating, may be there are more twists and turns to come, i may add on to it later,

Crack in the door, stores creaking sunlight

Wood in the joints cannot hold on tight

When it shrieks open the history

Dust dances over the rays

Settles over footsteps of one of those days.

One of those days, I was walking down the stairs

I was holding on to my thoughts bundled up together

I locked them in you, its a secret you won't share

Its a feeling that I have, that may be you are unaware

How would you know, how much am I in you.

When there is a crack in door, why do you need keyhole

You can look through your eyes, why do you need a keyhole.