Monday, March 9, 2009

The Key

Written: 25-01-2009

It’s all unravelling

It’s coming undone
It’s all going sour
And it’s no longer fun
It’s no longer exciting
It’s no longer a thrill
I’m now unresponsive
I’m now standing still
I’m not taking this further
I’m not going to wait
I’m closing my door
And locking my gate
If someone wants in
They just need the key
And until they find it
They’ll get nothing from me

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