I am pen. I am paper. I am Nobe.

I had closed the door upon my heart
and wouldn't let anyone in
I had trusted and loved only to be hurt
but that would never happen again
I locked the door andtossed the key
As hard and as far as I could
Love would never enter there again
My heart was closed for good

Then you came into my life
and made me change my mind
Just when I thought that
tiny key was impossible to find
That is when you held out your hand
and proved me wrong
Inside your palm was the Key to My Heart
You had it all along

KEY TO MY HEART, AMANDA MARIE

for no apparent reason, i used to write this poem on clean sheets of paper and give it to my female friends on special occasions.

i figured they are going to need it at one point in their lives.
silly me, i forgot to send myself one.

Friendster Blog, October 21, 2005 at 02:08 PM