Treasure Island

Maya Hanson (mye3)


The Right Key


Spinning
in circles
I can't concentrate
Messing up
everything the light
touches

My keyhole
it's waiting
It aches
every day
But I can't take
Letting you in

Why isn't
anyone coming
I'm still alone
But it's best
not to meddle
with time

I'm waiting
for the right partner
To take the night
all to ourselves
To be released
from this door
that I'm hiding behind

They have tried
People have tried
others not like you
But my door
won't open
for them

I'm locked
have to wait
For the right key
to arrive
My closed door
will creak open
Now that I'm chosen

I'm locked
have to wait
For the right key

Submitted: Saturday, December 07, 2013
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  • S.zaynub Kamoonpuri (12/7/2013 12:21:00 PM)

    Aha a creative metaphoric wait for mr. Right. Wow! Kudos...yeah he wil come by. Hey pls answer my riddle poem. :) (Report) Reply

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