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doors in my mind 5/21/2012

Poetry By: Rose Kuran
Humor



wide and open are your eyes my heart though is key and lock and is seald and splittered


Submitted:May 24, 2012    Reads: 22    Comments: 5    Likes: 3   


Places in my mind are open wide. You can wonder in and by. But a few

doors of my imagination are under lock and key. You can peak through

the key hole but all you'll see is darkness. Unknown to the long silk

grass and warm air behind that door. You'll never see the huge butterfly

and silver stars that line the icky black sky's above. You'll never lay eyes

upon those spray painted walls behind those flickering fly's of my love.

You'll never hear the crickets that chirp like the finest violins played by

their masters. Or find those oak crooked smiles of trees. But you may

ask me why there are locked doors, and i may just tell you why. And

behind you're wondering eyes you'll see that the real me has always been

under lock and key.

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