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I lock my heart up when people enter my life.
I put them through a series of trials,
To see whether they deserve my love.
I don't open up right away, in fear that I may be too much...or too little for the person.
I need to see if I can really be myself with that person.
I need to see if I will be reassured and be given patience.
I need to see if I can let them in.
I can't let someone in when I know they aren't ready.
I can't let them see me.
I can't let them know me that well, without knowing they are in it for the long run.
My walls are high to climb.
They don't get knocked down.
Either they climb them or I put them down myself.
There is no in-between.
Either way...in the end,
That key is given to a person at the start,
The one to the cage my heart is in?
For me to open up,
Depends on how people use the key.
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Tarnished Beauty
PoetryYou and I, we have different stories and that's what makes us all individually unique. This is just a continuation of mine- where I try and fix myself, relapsing along the way. I hope this gives you hope or whatever you need to survive.
