Caleb Brennan - The Chest.

There is the same two words for both chest,
As in a box and the human chest.
My chest has a big lock in the middle,
And I want her to be the key,
I want her to be the lock picks that open it
I want her to pick at my ribs.
The Twenty-four tumblers
And twenty-four is a perfect divisible by three
And those three words will be one of eight Lock picks.
Those three tedious words overused but not used enough.

The word ‘Cist’ is old English for chest meaning box or coffin,
And if my heart is encased in a crusted coffin.
I want her to preciously pry open my crusted dusted coffin
And retrieve my heart.

Most people keep their hearts in their locked chest
For the fear of breaking it is enormous,
But when she opens my chest
I will whisper willingly
“Go for it”

Caleb Brennan

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