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.


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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