I love you
but what good has that ever done?
maybe few smiles
but deep inside
you are still alone
locked
scared
sickened
you hold a little lamp inside an empty room
knowing it to be the only light
that the world is to offer
you believe people are unreliable
the keys are lost in piles of dirt
(the moon has never seen your face)
and yet when I look through the keyhole
desperate to reach out for you
I see a pair of glowing brown eyes
they are hard and yet wondering
your face is the picture of Venus
defiant, proud and simply beautiful
but still capable of loving
So put your hands into dirt
search this whole sad gloomy room
to find the key that opens lock
because nobody can get through