Heart’s Library

My heart is locked.
The key is lost.

But she can pick it with no trouble at all.
I am see through to her.
She reads my heart like a book.
Books filled with misery and yet she looks.
She reads them all and holds me tight.
To show me everything will be alright.

Waliur Rashid
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