This key sits and gathers rust
its not much of use anymore
It used to guard all of my secrets
it used to hide all my fears
sort of like pandoras box
except i was never one to keep my demons locked up,
then again I was never much for demons
I held all my treasures and all i held dear inside this little box
behind this big door
and I hid the key from the world,
but you never did need the key.
You looked right in my eyes,
and the lock quickly disolved
and my heart was open to thee.
Now my secrets are ours
and my fears are gone,
and this key just gathers rust.
Cx Patterson