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key to my room

there was no such thing as facebook
I used to keep a diary in my drawer
but everybody read my diary
and everybody saw, lol
they sabotaged my belongings
and they stole my favourite books
they took away my whisky
and they took away my looks 
my room was not mine anymore
my privacy was gone
I put a lock upon my door and I kept the
key intact
I still have the key and its always there 
and this is actual fact
the key is to my heart and all the things that matter
there is no room for all the trivial and the scatter
all the beauty, nice things to remember, things I wanted before
are always there, in moments of woe, just on the inside of my door ,
there is a chest so full of treasures, and wonderful things to keep
but, its safe inside my heart and now and then I love to peep
and all the things that mattered
all the good times iv had
for that is all to take with you in this life
and for that I will always be glad

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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