The key to my heart,
Forgotten, its vague memory long since have part,
I'd like to know, if you dont mind,
What it looked like, and what kind?
When you stole it was it golden?
Did it shine in the sun?
Set with sparkling jewels,
and links strengthened as to never be undone?
Or was it just plain and simple?
Cold to the touch,
Silver and indistinguishable,
Looks never mattering much.
Was it a skeleton key?
Entrapment of nameless pain,
A symbol of grieving and,
Happinesses ultimate bane
Did it weigh in your pocket?
And play with your head?
Was its presence unbearable,
Keeping you awake in your bed?
Would it whisper in your ear?
A craving for turn of the lock,
Could you ignore its ceaseless cry
And its confident, gloating mock?
Is that why you stand before me?
Empty arms outstretched you see,
Asking yourself why oh why,
You threw away this key...