Poem 36 (My doors are closed)

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~My doors are closed
~You have no right to open them
~Tempting as it is
~You have no right to enter them
~As i stay how i am
~Without uttering a syllable
~But for now
~You shall only watch
~As i turn the castle around
~Decorating it with
~Ribbons & gems
~Towering flower arches
~You shall see me become something more
~I hope you feel as if you've lost
~Something that's irreplaceable
~Restless are some hands
~That have a key to open
~To hasten the process some stumble
~In the process losing it all
~But my fortress's got keys
~The first one in my best friends hands
~The second one with my brother
~The third one with my other loved ones
~Every piece a one of a kind
~Molded with great care
~Made of glass & pearls are those keys
~So please just don't shatter it
~As i adorn this place
~Please cherish the key even more
~As not all can open me
~Not all have the likes to stroll with me
~Not for the best after all
~Because i know that -
~Not everyone deserves the key
~Only you have the power to let someone in
~Only you can make something fantastic
~It's only you that creates these keys
~It's only you who's deserving my dear best friend
~A request i have for those having it
~Please don't throw away my everything
~I am apathetic as well
~So cherish it well
~I might stop making keys again
~Hoping you don't forget
~A lock is always there

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