Chucked over my shoulder,
Without a look behind.
This false key of yours,
Is no longer mine.
Plastic and hard,
Not golden and true.
Why in the world,
Did I fall for you?
My quiet thoughts
Are now hostile words.
My zipped lips,
Are now being heard.
I konw how this works,
I know how it feels.
This love of yours,
Never was real.
Too many locks,
Only a single key.
None in which,
You gave to me.
I throw it over my shoulder,
Let out a little laugh.
This stunt of yours,
Never will last.
So many fake hearts.
So little time.
Tell me, what its like.
To be alone and die?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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