The Broken Key

The broken key inside my heart

was once a whole but now a part

I gave to you what I could not see

the love that rests inside of me

The broken key inside my heart

I pray to find a way to start

as I advace and try to forget

I know that you have no regrets

The broken key inside my heart

Will rest forever in a cart

That I have made of brick and ice

To keep my heart from getting diced

The broken key inside my heart

I will find a way to part

The music that I hear today

Will make me think another way

Remember

Why is it that all through the week I have so many things I think of to write about and then when I sit down at the computer to actually write them out I can't think of one stupid thing to write. I have no clue why I don't just get a note book and write down all of my ideas. Oh wait I have one of thous I just can't ever remember to grab it before I go so i write stuff down on other random pieces of paper that I won't be able to find for another I don't know like two years. I really need to remember to grab my note book.