And there it was…
All laid out on a pretty table...

"When one door closes,
Another one opens...

One day,
Everything became dark...

I've found,
That pinot grigio...

Can't you see?
That I'm lying on the floor...

You used to kiss the gap between my collar bones,
Like a scaffolding mending two broken bridges...

Love can knock ever so gently,
Upon the threshold of closed doors...

And that was it-
Your soul became my future garden...

I could never quite figure out...
Whether you sustained this broken heart...

My heart is speaking in a foreign language right...
That my mind can't even begin to understand...

Let it go…
My mind softly whispers to itself...

If only these walls that I built, could talk,
From this ivory tower that prevents me to be set...