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A Key

A Key



She stands looking out of her window tonight.
Beauty beyond compare,
a spectacular sight.
She makes the moon blush,
the stars shine extra bright
when she stands at her window observing the night.

All's missing a smile to make her beauty complete.
If I could I would help but I am broken and beat.
She can see me
and I her
as this will only repeat
for I shall always stand on a divided street.

Would it that I were different
but I have no way to change?
Would it that I were normal,
not so awkward, not strange?
I call out and I sign!
We cannot communicate.
It all goes to the heavens
as the hours draw late.

In the morning the sun dries all of the rain.
In the evening she opens her curtains again.
Once more from the street
I try calling in vain!
Seeing but apart we are meant to remain.

Yes, she stands at her window I see!
Yes, I smile for she also takes notice of me!
I blush at her beauty, a spectacular sight.
And I show her!
I show her I hold onto a key!
But we can only look.
We can never be.

--msl2022
michaelslove2
Written by michaelslove2 (Michael S. Love)
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