No key to my heart never

No key to my heart never
no one, absolutely,
is going to acquire. ever.
like a burning ice statue
like a grey leaf swirling gracefully
like a determined boat without destination -
everything about me is confusing
but dear immensely.
that's why i am somehow desirable,
i guess.
so i'm being asked for my key
sometimes. (just sometimes)
but i'm not gonna distribute.
i'm not going anywhere
outta my way
defrosting to a rainbow-coloured puddle
spring new leaves for the sake of
some unknown rosy cheeks-perfumed-heavily.
i am not docking, i am not settling
no nothing
and you - yes you
please return the key i gave you
among the roman ruins
under falling cherry tree petals
on the stone steps of hualin temple -
i just wasn't myself okay?
or maybe i was myself too much
anyway i'm here for my peace
not to be skinned alive,
for goodness' sake...
so hurry and give me my key back
if this rusty old thing
not much of treasure
to you anymore