I don't know who has the key to my heart
And I dont know if they can use it
Because it feels like the keyhole
Has long been filled with cement
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PoetryMy second official series of poems, starting from My Frozen Heart. Sometimes we all can't think clearly. Sometimes we all don't have the ability to organize the cluster of words and scribbled thoughts in our head. I'm here to try and do it for you...
Key to my Heart
I don't know who has the key to my heart
And I dont know if they can use it
Because it feels like the keyhole
Has long been filled with cement
