Key to my Heart

Here's the key
To open up this precious treasure
that which I've long hidden
for fear that it may be taken away
or hurt beyond repair.
I entrust it to you,
because I believe
that you will keep it safe
and guard it with your own life.
For you,
this key is as important as your own being
and thus,
I can hand it to you without regret.
Take it and keep it close to your own,
because I want you to know
that a part of it
comes from a part of you.
Have it,
guard it,
love it.
That which is most precious to me,
the key to my heart.

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The heart of a person is not something that can be easily possessed. It's like a treasure hidden away, locked away from prying eyes and possessive people who dare to abuse it. And the key to this most precious treasure, is something that is difficult to give, but once given cannot easily be taken back.

Would you love me then?

Would you love me if I was the only one
left to wander this god-forsaken Earth?
If everyone turned you down
and you came to realize this person
who's kept silent as she waited for you?
When the world spun backwards
and in it, you found me first among the rest?
What would happen if I had not been too kind
or were different from you,
would you have seen me as more of a girl
than just a friend?
Say I were a bit more shy,
and not as noisy as I am now,
would you have taken notice of me
and become curious of that girl in the corner?
Think if I was more conscious of how I looked
then how I acted or what I said,
you'd see me differently somehow?
Would you love me if I wasn't the one standing here
but that girl that you just can't forget?

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Why do people love what they cannot have, and want what they cannot reach? And why is it that we try to be someone we're not for someone we love, in the hopes that they would like us in return. Oh what a drama this thing called love is.

River Styxta

Inside the depths of my very soul,
there lay tears as deep as the river Styx
that leads into my heart, black and painful as Hell.
I've cried too long for you
and there in the river, swim all my dreams and goals
moving farther from me as painful memories
that I push into the bottom of my broken heart.
There is no return for all those that have floated past
and it sucks more into it like an endless black hole,
from which I've lost myself.
Only a Hades, a reflection of a pitiful me,
guards over the darker side of me,
eating me up more and more each day.
And it seems more like I'm a frustrated Persephone
who seems to sink into darkness more
than she basks in the sunlight.
Just like my soul has been sucked into hell
swimming endlessly for eternity,
the tears that have come from my heart
seem unending in this pitiful fate.

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Tis the river of sadness and pain, and regret which flows inside of me. That which flows in and out of my heart and soul.

Plea to a foolish heart

Oh foolish heart of mine,
I would like to tear you out of me.
Relieve me of the pain you bring,
and stop, stop falling.
I beg of you,
grant me this one wish
so that I may live,
not for the sake of my love for others
but for my own sake.
Stop this foolish nonsense
of giving yourself completely,
only to be torn into shreds
like blood,
red tears falling from within.
Don't blind yourself with idealistic dreams
that won't ever come true.
Forget promises
that seem to good to be true
and open your eyes to reality.
I beg of you,
grant me this one wish
so that I may live,
without the hurt
without the pain
without the suffering
without a worthless love.
Leave behind
hopeless fantasies
and move on dear heart.
To a future,
empty of the feeling
empty of the emotion
empty of the past
filled with memories of love.
I beg of you,
just stop falling
and filling me with nothing
but unreciprocated fallacies.
That's all I ask, so please.

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Foolishness, naivete, it keeps us in a cycle of never-ending pain. Sometimes, no matter how much pain we endure, we are constantly in a state of relieving mistakes and bringing back painful memories.

Keep a Secret

Can you keep a secret
and tell not a soul,
can I tell you something
and tell no one I told?
Can you keep silent
and smile as if you know nothing,
can you look a person in the eye
and not end up laughing?
Can you go about normally
as if you weren't hiding a fact,
can you meet many people
without being a sneaky old rat?
Can you zipper your mouth close
and not give up when you're in a pickle
can you remain true and promise
to be who you are, simple?
Can you hear what I have to say
and have it go back out the other,
can you forget what I told you once
and not repeat it any further?
Can you keep my secret
and store it in your mind,
throw away the key
so it won't be easy to find?

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Cross my heart, hope to die. Stick a finger in my eye.