The Key
My lips are sealed like a zipper,
The key,
Tossed.
My voice hides from the world,
But thats ok to me.
Though my fears are locked up,
And might never flee.
There is a key here or there.
And i guess thats good to hear.
For the people that,
Really want to know me.
My words though,
Won't be for free.
They have a cost o them.
But the cost is only wisdom,
You see?
Copyright © Danielle Deason | Year Posted 2013
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