Perchance we might,
meet again some day.
I sure would say,
All those things i keep locked up.
In the chest,
I call my heart.

Too bad,
I lost the key.
To bad,
I was taught there was no we.
So i throw away the key,
TO keep the feelings locked,
up tight.
In the place,
I call my heart.

It's black and tiny,
Withering away,
Till the 3rd day,
Of the last May,
Where i will finally,
Let it lay.

Are you not glad,
That i hold back
What i really want to say.
That I hold in,
All those feelings
Thrice upon the dreary day.

So when the clouds,
Of conversation begin to form.
You will face no crowds,
And no feelings will be born.
For my heart is a chest,
And the key is not where,
It should lay...
 
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