A Key To Heart Poem by Annas Malik

On the right corner of the door has been locked
Viewing windows have been embarrassed
sense of thorn wounds
the thorns of love has been frozen

spotless injured
always rotates without wheels
sun ashamed to see the moon
twinkle star cast cuts

not love not sorrow
policy only delayed
waiting for the open door
laughing waiting for the window

who is injured because of love
locked door without a key
heart will die without love
and the devil laugh

the man who loved
holds the key to holding a thorn
open love
love barb