the little box
i stand. how will i get inside?
its closed. i cannot enter
this box holds my heart
i cant feel it beating anymore
box surrender my heart
i thought if i sold each beat the aching would stop
but only deep punishing throbs now occur
my heart is gone
i yell at the little box
please little box please
i plead with anxiety and weakness corrupting my mind
then the lid slides off.
nothing was ever in the little box
my heart was always in my chest
i guess ill have to live with the throbs
forever, i regret selling my heart
to you
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