Open
The rooms were padlocked
by paranoia and shame
Their keys rusty for want of use
It had been so long
since I put away the keys
I had mostly forgetten where I hid them
But you soon located a part of me
the part of me that remembered
And longed to tear loose from my tyranny of secrets
Door by door we walked in together
you pulled back the heavy curtains
Let sunlight in the cobwebbed corners
At times, I tried to pick up the regrets
examine them like fleamarket figurines
But you tightly held my hands in yours
Now we dance in a newly lit room
the gold heart you gave me gently beats on my breast
I want you to keep my keys.
The rooms were padlocked
by paranoia and shame
Their keys rusty for want of use
It had been so long
since I put away the keys
I had mostly forgetten where I hid them
But you soon located a part of me
the part of me that remembered
And longed to tear loose from my tyranny of secrets
Door by door we walked in together
you pulled back the heavy curtains
Let sunlight in the cobwebbed corners
At times, I tried to pick up the regrets
examine them like fleamarket figurines
But you tightly held my hands in yours
Now we dance in a newly lit room
the gold heart you gave me gently beats on my breast
I want you to keep my keys.
