No key to my heart never

Автор: Женя Парсли


No key to my heart never

no one, absolutely,

is going to acquire. ever.

like a burning ice statue

like a grey leaf swirling gracefully

like a determined boat without destination -

everything about me is confusing

but dear immensely.

that's why i am somehow desirable,

i guess.

so i'm being asked for my key

sometimes. (just sometimes)

but i'm not gonna distribute.

i'm not going anywhere

outta my way

defrosting to a rainbow-colored puddle

spring new leaves for the sake of

some unknown rosy cheeks-perfumed-heavily.

i am not docking, i am not settling

no nothing

and you - yes you

please return the key i gave you

among the roman ruins

under falling cherry petals

on the steps of hualin temple -

i just wasn't myself okay?

or maybe i was myself too much

anyway i'm here for my peace

not to be skinned alive,

for goodness' sake...

so hurry and give me my key back

if this rusty old thing

not much of treasure

to you anymore