*I gave you my music box,
To help you relax,
But it wasn't enough.
You never used it up,
You toss it in some other box,
Full of unwanted stuffs.
Or thrown in some darker drawer,
Where even light hasn't reached out,
I've got every right to be angry about.
Maybe it didn't cost me that much,
I've only spent like thirty bucks,
But Honey, that was all I've got.
Perhaps some other girl got her hands on my tiny box,
Same way you got rid of dresses from all your ex-es.
I never gave to a girl before,
A music box to help her loose snore.
Now it ***** to finally see,
How really cheap you think of me.*
Stef Devid Alexandru ©
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 3:15 AM UTC
*I gave you my music box,
To help you relax,
But it wasn't enough.
You never used it up,
You toss it in some other box,
Full of unwanted stuffs.
Or thrown in some darker drawer,
Where even light hasn't reached out,
I've got every right to be angry about.
Maybe it didn't cost me that much,
I've only spent like thirty bucks,
But Honey, that was all I've got.
Perhaps some other girl got her hands on my tiny box,
Same way you got rid of dresses from all your ex-es.
I never gave to a girl before,
A music box to help her loose snore.
Now it ***** to finally see,
How really cheap you think of me.*
Stef Devid Alexandru ©
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