I am the lock, you are the key
An important part, my puzzle piece
Twisting, turning, contorting my gears
Revealing shadows unseen for many years;
Insecurities invade, vulnerabilities vibrate
Casting your glow, these feelings migrate
Cleansing my heart of pain and pride
Together, transcending space and time;
Closing my door, you gaze into me
explaining how you are the lock and I am the key;
the paintbrush which sculpts your masterpiece,
Opening your door, fitting like a glove
Smiling, realizing that this is true love.
Insecurities invade,
Insecurities invade, vulnerabilities viberate...love that line.
Excellent work.
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
Oh I love this. First poem on
Oh I love this. First poem on post poems I've read that explains it just how it is....no candy coating just real!!
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "