Broken Key


i have the key

the key whom loved

Betrayed by the lock smith

who tortured

My beloved

Broken locks

Empty doors

He threw me away

No good he said

Sorry he calmed

pick me back up

and put me were I belong

her key wasn't enough.

a key is never enough

Rooms start to fill

he try to restore

that key can never be restored

and want good is a key

if it never found its proper place .

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