The key
I have a key that's upon my wrist
It's not to my heart, but it's a start
It's to my room it tells who I am and what I feel
My thoughts are written upon the walls
My mind is an open book
I am who I am in my room
It's a secret place
And to get in all you need is one thing
My key...
Wrote this just now... On my IPod sorry bout the quality
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetrysome of my poetry i oh so desperatly tried to write myself... not the best but hay! who said i was any good at all? but i still bet you wont read it!!!
