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The Key To His Heart You gave me the key to your heart...you begged me to lock
your heart away from danger, to keep it safe with mine...but what you
didn't know is that my heart was locked in barbed wire...i let my
feelings get a head of me, thinking your heart really would be safe
with mine, and put it to close.
As days passed, your heart was slowly scratched up by mine.
But you kept a smile on your face, no matter how much i hurt you.
Your Pain turned into anger, and my sorrow turned to hate.
Angry words flashed between us. You coped with alcohol, while
i coped with pain pills.
The anger slowly faded between us, replaced by numbness and
You cry during the day, sitting alone in your cabin, slowly
sipping from a warm beer, while I sit in class, so far away from
I cry during the night, cuddled in a ball in my bed, taking
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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