Title: “Behind the White Door”
Verse 1
There’s a white front door with a brass hello
Painted like winter but it’s warmer below
Knuckles knock and the hallway hums
With the quiet parade of who I’ve become
The hinges hold their little confessions
Perfume of coffee and old obsessions
Shoes in a pile like sleeping dogs
A calendar arguing with the fog
Pre-Chorus
Step inside, let the daylight bend
It breaks into rainbows on the stairwell’s end
Every scuff is a souvenir
Every shadow says, “You’re safe in here.”
Chorus
Behind my white front door
There’s a thunder made of blankets on the living room floor
A galaxy stuck to the fridge with tape
Dreams in a drawer that refuse to escape
Behind my white front door
All my maybes turn to open-and-more
It’s a small bright kingdom I’m fighting for
Behind my white, white door
Verse 2
There’s a couch that knows my Sunday shape
It remembers the weight of a long escape
A lamp that flickers like it’s thinking twice
About late-night talks and leftover rice
Windows gossip with passing trees
Curtains practice their soft trapeze
The clock does cardio on the wall
But time slows down in the narrow hall
Pre-Chorus
Come on in where the armor falls
Where laughter ricochets off the walls
Every crack in the ceiling’s art
Every room is a second heart
Chorus
Behind my white front door
There’s a symphony brewed from a chipped mug’s pour
A lighthouse glow from a bedside screen
Maps of places I’ve never been
Behind my white front door
All my rough edges find their shore
It’s a soft loud truth I can’t ignore
Behind my white, white door
Bridge
If the world is a carnival spinning too fast
Out there is future and over is past
In here is a table with one extra chair
Hope sets it nightly just in case you’re there
Keys in a bowl like a crown set down
Silence wearing a hand-me-down gown
And somewhere between the sink and the stove
My truest self hangs up its coat
Final Chorus
Behind my white front door
There’s a brave little flame that outshines the war
It flickers, it leans, but it won’t be poor
In courage or color or metaphor
Behind my white front door
Is the life I keep learning to adore
It’s not just wood and a painted decor
It’s the heart I’ve hidden
Behind my white front door. 🗝️✨
HappyChord432
