Nov 2021
I can’t remember when I became fascinated
But I remember the reason why.
Such a magical piece of art
Designed to open unknown wonders
Or close them from thundering shadows.
light in my hand,
like gravity had no restrain on you.
Your shininess would always pierce my eyes
Like a puddle reflecting the suns powerful rays.
I collect hundreds of you
And for what?
Even If I found millions of them
None of them have ever fit your lock.
But I remember the reason why.
Such a magical piece of art
Designed to open unknown wonders
Or close them from thundering shadows.
light in my hand,
like gravity had no restrain on you.
Your shininess would always pierce my eyes
Like a puddle reflecting the suns powerful rays.
I collect hundreds of you
And for what?
Even If I found millions of them
None of them have ever fit your lock.
I always loved the idea of how love is like a key and a lock, so this is my attempt to write about someone who is trying to change themselves to fit the lock of of someone
