after searching under every rock
and through all the grass
i found your key,
the one you hid away from me
even when I begged to be inside,
as your queen by your side..
the one you said you'd let me have if I was patient enough to wait, season after season..
after waiting so long to open your gates
all I find is nothing
you're empty
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The Voice of My Silence
PoesíaThe words that he spat germinated and grew into the tree that overshadowed him What goes around.. From the author: vote and comment if you like what you see