The Lock


I am the lock, you are the key

An important part, my puzzle piece

Twisting, turning, contorting my gears

Revealing shadows unseen for many years;


Insecurities invade, vulnerabilities vibrate

Casting your glow, these feelings migrate

Cleansing my heart of pain and pride

Together, transcending space and time;


Closing my door, you gaze into me

explaining how you are the lock and I am the key;

the paintbrush which sculpts your masterpiece,

Opening your door, fitting like a glove

Smiling, realizing that this is true love.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

One of my happier poems.

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Diamond_Wills_New_War's picture

Insecurities invade,

Insecurities invade, vulnerabilities that line.
Excellent work.

Long days and pleasant nights


nightlight1220's picture

Oh I love this. First poem on

Oh I love this. First poem on post poems I've read that explains it just how it candy coating just real!!


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "