Turning Keys

In the love we built from mirrors
All I ever saw was me,
Apparitions made from greed,
Stolen moments in reflections,

And I’m sorry that my selfish ways
Are now just dead birds in a forest,
Burnt out husks in war torn towns,
A foreign way to cry forever,

I’m sorry I was made of card
And that I folded easily,
I guess all those times I sung of love
I was merely turning keys.

Poetry.net

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5 Responses to “Turning Keys”

  1. brilliant piece of writing. sweet!

  2. made of card and fold easily….

    love the lines, divine.

    😉

  3. Deep and searching poem. Well done!

  4. Honesty is the start. Nice write.

  5. Thanks everyone – glad you all enjoyed it 🙂

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