The Key Poem by David Blake
The Key
So much of my time is
wasted on sorrow and regret
that I offten forget that you
love me to. Broken hearts
and dreams leave me frozen
and unable to explain what
inside of me has died.
Having no key to ulock my
desiers, my heart you can
never open. Apart from the
truth and warmth that could
be mine if only I could love
anew. I suffer another death
knowing I shall soon also
lose you.
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