no key, by Cheyanne Guajardo Subscribe to rss feed for Cheyanne Guajardo 

Her love is sacred 
	Her love is Devine 
Her love is hard to find
	It’s locked away
In a box
	With no key
She had a key
Once 
	Along time ago
She gave it away so much 
			It rusted 
	And 
			 Disintegrated 
Now there is no key
	But 
If you care enough
	You will find away
Posted: 2013-03-03 06:02:56 UTC
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