The key

My mom and dad hold the key to my exsistance

My sisters hold the key to my respeact

My family holds the key to my love

but you hold the key to my heart and mind



My mom and dads door is bolted by my resistance

My sisters dorr is bolted by my regreat

My family's door is bolted by hollow glove

but for you the door stands open will you cross the line

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Athalia Lystra's picture

All throughout i liked where this was going.
Commonly poetry with these titles revolves around love and admiration, and although yours does too, i was pleased to see that you didn't forget your family.
:)