My Little Black Box Poem by Rob Spiering

When people don't know me,
But they always say sorry,
It get's cold before it gets lonely,
I gave you every part of me,
But you ripped out all the bone's,
Still keeping me alive for your plesure side.
I have made choices, so have you,
We all make them
Mine always include you.
I tape a phone book over my hart,
I make jokes just to hide the pain,
Would it rebuild the same.
Brick by brick or stone after stone
I don't know what hurt's less
to stay or go.