Starting off
Learning each other
Hanging out
Enjoying company with one and other
Slowly trusting more
Getting close
Opening closed doors
Is what I fear the most
For, my doors have been opened one to many times
Through liars
Through users
To many countless lies
My door has been walked through
And stepped all over
But never just to talk to
And to try to get to know more of
My door is made of Mangrove wood
Very special wood indeed
And you truly would have known
If you hadn’t walked right through me
But I thought this time was different
Although we are just children
I know Mangrove seems insignificant
But it really is magnificent
I can always feel it coming
Maybe it’s my overthinking
Or my overtrying
Overtime things start revealing
And I start to feel
That same old familiar feeling