Gold and Sparkling.
The lock once was,
Beautiful and glittering.
Now I've passed the key onto you,
The key to my heart,
Is now in the pocket of your soul.
You must think its fallen through a hole,
For you cannot find it,
Yet care not that it's gone.
For now you hold someone else's key,
Someone who isn't me.
Now my lock is rusted,
But the key remains golden but tarnished.
Once that is tossed aside,
I'll have no where to hide,
I'm comforted by the thought,
By another one I'll be sought,
When time is naught,
And cannot be bought.
For the moment,
The key remains away from me.
The copy is kept by you.
It shall remain in your pocket,too.
