the key
Maybe somewhere, someone holds a key, a key too my stonecold heart.This wall, taken me years too build, its been built on experiences.
When the key draws near , will the wall of stone crumble and fall?
will life slowly return too the dead tissue that is the remains of my so called heart?
Will I allow myself too feel and show what I feel?
How can I? when everytime I have it has only left a deep scar on my fragile heart and soul?
do i have a choice? No on/off button upon me
it would have been so much easier if there were...
Poetry by Patrik Lind
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Written on 2006-10-15 at 20:54
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