Behind the Door

Behind the smile, lurked a melancholy,
The face with a smile can hide the pain away,
But the heart wept, over the folly,
The eyes don’t lie, and they give it away.

Behind the door, we choose to hide,
A tide of emotions, and a thunderstorm,
For the places present, for one to confide,
Are hard to find, amidst the winter storms.

In the pool of tears, while the silence screams,
The heart in discord vents its bare soul.
Trying to pick up the broken pieces and dreams,
It tries to mend them, despite the heavy toll.

What truly lies, inside the wounded heart?
No one knows, except the walls and the door.
Will the pain shall pass, and get a new start?
No one knows, not even the walls and door!