Your heart is like a door
Labeled as room number four
I knock a few times and tried
Opening but into it I was tied.
How does it feels like to be hooked?
Into a door of a heart you never took
But did it anyway
Without opening by the way.
It seems impossible
But from the start it was never possible
It's a fake cry of the king
As he yearns for his queen.
How many exactly are his queens?
Only one, but there are many teens.
Troublesome to find out
If you're really the one he tries to scout.
Sad is the mourning doorknob
Unlocked endlessly by a mob
Not one but many tries to unlock
The innocent door with no luck.
Yet only one can open it wide
Not unlock but only slide
Then the door is locked again,
Never to be opened in effortless vain.
Yanked and barraged,
A fast accelerating carriage
Is rammed and thrown,
To win the king with a throne.
Yet the entrance remained unscathed
With its own gravity unmanned
Only the 'one' can enter
Without force, just tether.
The lonely king surrounded by fake doors
Produced by him, who was afraid of storms
So he can see who will open the real door
Which is by his side, number four.
With his unwavering gaze
Everyone is attracted but dazed
To see such with a strong resolve
So they tried themselves to solve.
Many did, one by one
Successful, with the record none.
Nevertheless, he waited
Until his personality fainted.
But then, no one had opened the door, which is the entrance to his heart.
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