The Key

I searched the room. Moved from place to place.
I couldn't find what was lost not even a trace.
My heart was breaking ....The air felt thin.
I kept lookin could not give in.
Why can't I find....what I'm lookin for.
Am I blind..... to tired to search anymore.
To late to let go.....whats around the next corner I don't know.
I'm in a frenzy a panicked rush....I know where it should be.
Why can't I see.....
Ok that's it.
I give.
I quit.
My bodies in a spasm....it's to damn late.
I keep lookin now in the mess I create.
Cushions in the kitchen.
Back outta here if you gonna do any bitchin.
What's that in your hand?
Are those keys as in my keys you better run now....
your a dead man....I must confess....
I have made one mess......get back here....
Your gonna help me clean.....
That was mean.....Fun? Fun? For who?
Not me must have been you.



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Posted: Jul 2011

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country_lady67
I am surrounded by humorous children that would do something like that hide my keys and let me search only to be holding them while I look .. Very cute and frustrating.. CLrose
pilgrimageoflove
You (............) woman
kickit22
rolling on the floor laughing rolling on the floor laughing your right not fun for you but funny for every one else. kickit..
niah9
Not sure if I'd be mad or upset.....great write...niahcheering peace
Redex
hmmm not laughinggrin enjoyed the readteddybear
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