The Key

My eyes flit over the conversations

saved on my computer

could it really have beeb

only two months ago

that these words were exchanged

by two people

who cared for eachother greatly

but now are as good as strangers?

they words grow blury

as the tears fill my eyes

at the sad memory

only a simple reflex

i wait for it

even though i know it wont come

it never has

it never does

it never will

i wait for the pain

the heartbreak that is so natural

i wait for the hatred

that seeps into every girl's veins

when betrayed so

but of course it doesnt come

the same feeling

of hallowness

if its a feeling at all

does not change

i wish so desperately

for my box of emotions to be unlocked

to feel love

to feel hatred

to feel heartbreak

i just want to feel again

to escape this place

this world of grey

which traps me

and keeps my precious box locked

i need it unlocked

i need the key

but what is the key?

the key for my precious box

the key out of my grey prison

the key that i so desperately want

the only thing that comes to mind is

HIM

is he the key?

he cant be.

can he be

The Key?

Author's Note

okay so this came spur of the moment into my mind like so many other story ideas, poems, and drawings do before i drift off to sleep.

so its not that good, but i still felt like putting up. please tell me what you think of it. honestly. and im talking about the actualy POEM, not the grammar or punctuation or anything like that. please. just ignore that and actualy read what it says. thank you.

Reviews

[Adela Muresan]

You presnet the feeling of the inner cold perfectly, and I love the poem, but I really don't like the last verse because you enlarged the fonts. Maybe you should change it, and make it look like the others.

A.M.

P.S.: If you are writing this out of personal exerience, than I strongly suggest that you get rid of those text documents... and anything else that reminds you of him.

[Sofia]

I like it very expressive and understandable unlike other writings

[Laraine Davis]

whoaaa girlie!

this is pure genius! It explains exactly, and I mean EXACTLY what every relationship-process-of-ending girl goes through. Torture. And all the bits and scraps in between. And you're right, it does feel like you're in a grey prison. And you think that the only way you will ever be happy again is if you have him by your side. But all you have to do is just move on, and push yourself to that limit. Ahh too much pep-talkingness. I really love it:]

[Spat Queen]

Don't take this the wrong way, but it reminds me of Madonna. ...I hold the lock and you hold the key...Open your heart to me...
It is an interesting read, though. I like the idea.