Turning Locks

My head is a lead box.

My heart,

Filled with red rocks

And as the clock is slowly ticking

My brain keeps turning locks

And I finally have you figured out.

But, in the end,

It is you who talks

Removing all my doubt.

Reviews

[Brandon]

its deep, but its easy to read and that makes it so much better. I love it!

[Amber D]

simple and complex. Very thought provoking :)