Floods of tears roll down this face,
They hide no glory or no grace,
What lies below is usually sealed,
But you hold the key to that special place,
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And now my heart lies bare and bleeding,
And the wound lies open,
For you used the key and then stole it from me.
And now my heart is broken.
©The Pesky Poet
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