She holds the key to my heart
But what does it matter
The door’s been wide open from the day we met
She holds it like a skeleton key
Cold and uninviting
But with curiosity for what lies beyond just the same
What’s worse, never knowing
Or knowing the one thing you fear the most is true
And will be
Forever
I hold the key ring to her heart
The door shut tightly, with bolts and chains
The right combination of keys opens bliss
So many keys
So little time
My hand is heavy
My arm is tired
The weight and the wait drag me down
Pull me closer to the floor
Closer to the fire
When I look in her eyes I see my reflection
I see no reflection
Through her eyes
I am nothing
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Interesting stuff, C... you know I love you, always and forever. I wish you the best of luck in your hearts' fondest endeavors, but as always, add my words of caution. Some folks cut us right to the quick - they strike deep and stay there. By their mere presence they are arresting. But sometimes that is all it is - an arrow, shot deep, stuck deep, that twists and cuts and does little more than leave us to bleed to death for want. Use your heart always, but temper it with your head. Love ya bro!
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