Key
My heart is a bird who's been put in a cage forced to sing and full of rage. Rage that she cannot be free and fly to your heart where she should be. You are the one who holds the key now all you must do is set it free.
Key
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Tags: Love
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
Jita’s Poems (6)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| poetry | 0 | 12/09/2009 |
| cold and white brings me delight | 1 | 12/07/2009 |
| Angel | 0 | 12/08/2009 |
| missing you | 0 | 06/03/2009 |
| Dream | 0 | 06/03/2009 |
| Key | 2 | 06/03/2009 |
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