Music Box
Here I sit inside this music box collecting dust on this empty, old shelf, I’m left here forgotten, just a trinket, that you couldn’t bear to sell
You used to make time for me everyday and loved to watch me dance, you would wind up the music box and listen for the music to start, and then you would open it up and just take a glance
You were mesmerized by my beauty and the alluring way that I could bend, and I guess that is why you thought my heart was strong enough to take it, that it too could mend
So instead of taking me off the shelf daily as you used to do, you placed the music box on the back of the shelf where it would no longer be a distraction for you
See you wanted to live in that dream world where there was only you and I, and just be able to watch me dance for you as I wiped the tears from your eyes
You loved the lull of the music, the way that it calmed your soul, you loved the way that I made you feel serenity, that you don’t feel anymore
The way that the music would speak to you and it moved in time with my turns, you were so enamored with my presence that you had no time to be concerned
Concerned about your reality, the dark thoughts inside of your mind, I was your comfort, your release, and I made all your pain mine
That’s all that I was to you though, a distraction, a beautiful figure to gaze upon, to take the sting away, for you knew that the day would come when you would have to put me away
That there would come a day when my music you could no longer hear, that the heart that I once rescued, would again be filled up with tears
So, the day that you closed the lid and buried me inside of that music box, I was lost to you, and I was imprisoned inside of those walls, and there was nothing that I could do
But question myself why you no longer needed me anymore, don’t you miss the music I danced to? Don’t you want what we had before?
But years have passed, and I still sit abandoned, forgotten, discarded on this shelf, praying that there will come a day when you release me from this hell
See I have nothing to do here, I can’t even dance, I am completely broken, just wishing that you would once again take a chance
That you would pass by and once again remember me, that you would pick up this music box and tenderly turn the key
And then you can open the box and release me from these chains, and I promise you my love, I will dance for you once more, to the music that for you, my heart plays.
Copyright © Amanda Kinzer | Year Posted 2020
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