Locked out

There are a hundred keys
That fill this room
And I can’t fine the one I need
The one to you

I want to unlock the mysteries
Get rid of the misery
Be your best friend
But you won’t let me in

Countless times I’ve tried
And every time you hide
Hide your emotion
When I just want to put my love in motion

I am sad for your sorrow
And this empathy is destroying me
I will climb to the top of mount kilimanjaro
If it means you’ll let me in

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~ by melycanthrope on January 22, 2011.

Posted in Poems

I like this one the most. Has a great flow to it. Almost like it was effortless to write

Name? said this on January 26, 2011 at 12:24 pm | Reply

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