September 12, 2012
By wessygorawr BRONZE, Pinckney, Michigan
wessygorawr BRONZE, Pinckney, Michigan
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Shes found the key and started turning
I was well unaware that I would be burning
She grabbed the lid, and then she lifted
I thought for sure our love was gifted
With my heart exposed, She closed the box
And then on top, She placed a rock
The rock was heavy, I couldn't bear
I wasn't ready, for my heart to tear
Without the key, the box stays closed
When will it open? Nobody knows...

The author's comments:
This is a love poem...Relates to all the guys out there who have been played like an instrument by a love...

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