"Some fit in the hole
Some are never meant for me
My heart's a unique lock
Not everyone can be my key"
She soaked in his words like they were drops of nectar. He recited his poems to a small crowd of hundred, but never once in his voice was there a shake of nervousness. She admired him for that.
Confidence hadn't always been his friend though. And who'd know it better than her.
When she met him, he was an unbreakable vault. But she was stubborn too. She came, she conquered and she broke his lock apart.
She was the thief who set his heart free.
And once the lock was open, there was a whole storm waiting.
"There was a storm of my emotions
But she stood there with an umbrella
No, I was no Romeo
And neither was she a Cindrella."
Oh no, no. They were never the best of characters which people would swoon on. But they still had their perfect, oddly built fairytale, to aide them through their lives.
"Sometimes it's good
When a thief breaks in
They open you inside out
And make you really keen"
She was a thief who broke in his heart, and for once he let his guard down. Who knew that a poet was waiting for a breach to become free.
