My heart is a closed door.
No matter how I hard I try to open it.
It won’t open.
I have been pounding and prying yet door doesn’t budge.
I hid the key when I was kid.
I do not remember where I hid it or why.
Oh what alonely place I created when I am outsider to my own heart.
I see warmness billowing out the chimneys.
I smell good food too eat.
What a cozy place my heart is.
However, coldness and solicitude for me.
I would welcome many in…
Yet all I have is a locked door.
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