You have put me behind bars,
locked me up and thrown away the key.
Now I’m sitting in a prison cell,
dark and cold, dusty and dirty.
Your perfume smells like summer breeze,
as you pass the window of my chamber.
I reach out my pale shivering hands,
whispering the words that nobody else should hear.
I’m watching you continue walking,
and listening myself starting crying.
Because I could never hold you again.
Because I could never see the sun again.
Only because the key is lost.

March 16, 2014