THE HEART I OPENED!

The heart I opened to you, Was pure and new. You opened and lost the keys, Yet you left me on my knees. Now my heart is a dark room, Filthy yet I have no broom. Who will buy me flowers? How do I abandon what was ours? My lips are still sweet; Since we kissed and my heart lit. Yet my heart is bitter, Lonely yet it's a two-seater! I'll buy a lock, And wait for love to knock! By: Milard Apipawe.