Stolen Key Poem by Ronald Chapman

She will never break my heart again!
Yes indeed I'm alone again!

She was no good for me. All she did is look past me.

In the cellar of fantasy my heart waits.
My heart breaks.
Broken heart locked away in a suitcase.

Rainy and cold
Lonely is the room,
The bed is made,
The open window lets in the rain.

You don't care about anything.
Well, I feel too old to hold on.

Beyond this moment of time, your past lovers hurt!

In the cellar of fantasy my heart waits.
I know some people search the world,
Traveling to distant places in space and time.

Trapped away in this fantasy.
I see an awesome soul each time I look in your eyes.
Eyes locked shut.

You stole the key.