It's a giant steel padlock
latched onto an even greater door.
Bullet proof and flame retardant.
It opens for no one.
Not for friends.
Not for family.
Not for lovers.
Not even for me.
How can it be
that something so strong
can be so weak
internally?
It is me.
Apr 13, 2012
Apr 13, 2012 at 6:51 PM UTC
It's a giant steel padlock
latched onto an even greater door.
Bullet proof and flame retardant.
It opens for no one.
Not for friends.
Not for family.
Not for lovers.
Not even for me.
How can it be
that something so strong
can be so weak
internally?
It is me.
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