would that I had not
turned over the keys to my heart
to you making me
a prisoner of your love
preferring to live
in locked adoration
not realizing
that my heart was one of many cells
you cruelly held the keys to
even as you let my locking desire rust.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Love can be a cell for the heart.
- Category: Sad
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