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Key

September 16, 2008
By PatternsOfGrace BRONZE, Norwalk, Iowa
PatternsOfGrace BRONZE, Norwalk, Iowa
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Forbidden is this affection,
That I hold so fondly for you.
I feel encased in this tomb,
I've been buried alive,
In this heart-shaped casket,
And you hold the only key.
Yet somewhere,
That key sits,
Collecting dust and sediment.
You will surely be the death of me.


The author's comments:
This poem was inspired by a very dear person, who, to this day, continues to hold that key.

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Phoenixx GOLD said...
on Oct. 1 2011 at 11:56 pm
Phoenixx GOLD, Toronto, Other
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I really liked this, and i hope you post more work! I saw that this was your only poem up, and i was just like "awhh"