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Jun 2013
I took my favorite song and
trapped it in a music box.
With painted lines, and straining
locks, I know it'll never go.

I left my favorite song in the
music box,
it was almost like I didn't hear it,
like it slowly began to hide itself.

I was afraid to open my music box,
the tune might just float away.
But if I kept my song in it's music box,
it might just stop playing anyway.

My favorite song was in my music box,
where I knew I kept it safe,
but my song was growing weaker
and it wouldn't play the same.

I was afraid to open the painted box,
and unleash my favorite melody.
I was afraid my little tune might
seek to float away from me.

I have a weakness I am aware of,
but I cannot fathom how to fix it.
I try to prize this like a trophy but
I end up locking my song away.

I finally opened my music box,
and broke the lock in half.
I was afraid my melody,
might flee away from me
but
I tried to assure the trust that
my song might always play
for me.
Alyssa Rose Naimoli
Written by
Alyssa Rose Naimoli  New York
(New York)   
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