you

I had closed the door upon my heart,
And wouldn't let anyone in.
I had trusted and loved only to be hurt,
But, that would never happen again.

I locked the door and tossed the key,
As hard, and as far as I could.
Love would never enter there again,
My heart was closed for good.

Then you came into my life
And made me change my mind,
Just when I thought that tiny key
was impossible to find.

That's when you held out your hand,
And proved to me I was wrong.
Inside your palm was the key to my heart,
You had it all along.

this poem. is. epic.

epic win

here's an awesome snippet from http://swirlsandtwirls.blogspot.com
i think its a poem. i hope she wrote it.. anyway.

In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
the government has decided to allot
each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it
to my ear without saying hello.
In the restaurant I point
at chicken noodle soup. I am
adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long
distance lover and proudly say
I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn’t respond, I know
she’s used up all her words
so I slowly whisper I love you,
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.




epicwin.




EDIT: BTW!

Bezner --

[noun]: A master of storytelling

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