Missing Key

My heart is like a locket without a key. Will I ever find the key that’s right for me?

All of the searching and looking I do. I won’t ever find one to say, I love you. 

People say it just takes time. But I’ve never met somebody who fits the key to mine. 

All the assholes and jerks, but not a single guy who has many perks. 

But it’s fine. I’ll just live wondering if I can ever find a key to fit mine. 

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