I used to have this key,
That I got for free,
I knew that it was the right size,
But I never tried to use it I would just fantasize,
But now you got a new lock,
It was bigger, darker, the size of a hawk,
My key was too small just not right,
I would try all day even the whole night,
But now, even as hard as I try its too late,
Cause you've already closed the gate..
Now I stand here, alone, just staring,
Don't know what im doing, lost, wondering,
Looked up at the sky, so clear,
Looked around, theres no one near,
Noticed that the sky is turning darker,
Asked in my head should I stay or go later?
Then sudenly I saw a new key,
It was big, dark.. but the owner wasn't me,
I was stunned, didnt know what to feel,
I felt a wound deep inside me that I didn't think will heal,
Then it struck me, what am I still doing here?
What am I feeling.. is it fear?
The questions just wouldnt stop,
Its not as easy as wiping everyting with a mop,
I can't erase it in just a minute, an hour, or a day,
The feeling is stuck there hard, thick just like clay,
The one and only question that mattered to me,
Was why didnt I open the lock when I had the right key?
I let the most important oportunity pass,
But move on, I must,
I leave my key infront of your gate,
Wishing that it wasnt too late,
I place it on the ground,
And hope that one day it'll be found,
By you, and you can change back your lock,
Small, not big as a hawk,
Bright, shining, and new,
Then I'll come back and I'll use the key.. to finally get to you..
This is a poem my friend made up and I thought it was really good so I put it up. Could you
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