there was once a key that opened this locket
the gold became dull and looks more like brass...
dirty and antiquated
it fails to represent what i once felt for you
as the minutes disappear, slowly, constantly
the love i thought i needed fades
into a distant clouded memory
clasped tight is this chain,
dangling, resting against my beating chest
it vibrates close to my skin
cold metal warms
and my real heart continues to sing
drum like, fast and vibrant
i'm full of life, happy and free
uncaged i turn the key
to my own happiness...
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