Keys Around Necks

Mine is an impure bronze
riddled with bubbly circles of black
It hangs with weight around my neck on a chain a foot long
Waiting for a soul to see that it fits

A circle takes its stand
Scarring the skin on my chest that wavers over my heart
The dark brown lines are burnt and pain explodes
when a person tries to fit the wrong key into my heart

In forever's life, my one person will come
with a key around their neck
hanging with weight
And it will fit through the dark brown lines
carved into the crevices of my heart
While my key
with its impure bronze structure
and its spotted black surface
Opens the lock of the other's heart
with a joyous click