Will you stop knocking at my door?
I am not here, I want no more.
I am running free with the sun beams.
Flowing like crisp autumn streams.
I want no more of this tiring pain,
I cannot stay, or I'll go insane!
So do not stand at my door and knock,
I am not there, I will not talk.


Note: If anyone has any hints or ways of making this poems better, I could
use the tips! I think this is a good start, but it DEFINATLY needs
modifying.
 
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