Spinning
in circles
I can't concentrate
Messing up
everything the light
touches
My keyhole
it's waiting
It aches
every day
But I can't take
Letting you in
Why isn't
anyone coming
I'm still alone
But it's best
not to meddle
with time
I'm waiting
for the right partner
To take the night
all to ourselves
To be released
from this door
that I'm hiding behind
They have tried
People have tried
others not like you
But my door
won't open
for them
I'm locked
have to wait
For the right key
to arrive
My closed door
will creak open
Now that I'm chosen
I'm locked
have to wait
For the right key
we all wait for the right key in our life good poem with good imagery thanks for sharing and i invite you to read mine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aha a creative metaphoric wait for mr. Right. Wow! Kudos...yeah he wil come by. Hey pls answer my riddle poem. :)