Where is the key to my heart, and to which where does the keyhole lie? I know not where but whichever where it may be it will be kept tightly under the confines of a simple obstacle I lay at your feet; my wit, the lock.


Secret Box - A longing of the Heart

Velvetine choclates in neat rows,
Mismatched shoes, my heart's woes.

Kept inside my secret box
Kept ionside by key and lock.

Mahogany thoughts no one knows of
Stories of passion, Dreams of Love.

Kept inside my secret box
Kept inside by key and lock.

Mis deseos, mis companeros y los huesos de los muertos,
Quiero mastan que yo tengo todavia, quieromas quiero les ambos.

Kept inside y secret box
Kept inside by key and lock...




Poetry by Bekim Rauseo
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Written on 2006-03-17 at 02:52

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I'm a good lockpick, but I've never had a go at a wit lock before. Besides, that skill is far more useful when you're trying to steal. :p

Lol, and someone does have the key. Quite decidedly without your permission. That may or may not turn out to be a good thing, too.

Life, ain't it a bear.
2006-03-17