LOCK AND KEY, by CUTTS**AND_A_BROKEN_HEART
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She sends him a txt
a day
whishing he would reply
in anyway.
she sits on her bed
and waits
for a reply that never
comes.
as she goes to
sleep
she checks one last time
before she counts the
sheep...
the ones that bring ger
tears
or cheers...
the ones that keep her
strong
and
moving on...
The ones that dont
help at all
and
make her fall...
as she settles into her
dream
her heart leats out a
scream
it wantes to be
free
it doesnt want to constantly play
lock and key...
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| Posted: 2009-12-06 21:06:13 UTC |
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| 2009-11-09 07:12:22 | //Stillsilent// |
| this is nice, ure poems are good, they're very true & honest. |
| 2009-11-10 02:29:23 | izzy |
| this is really sincere and from the heart. and you can tell, just like all your work, very nice! |