Saturday, November 1, 2014

"Little, White Box"

My skin is soft
My hair is wild
And my eyes search for you
You can't see the beauty
Right in front of your heart
I am
tugging at my clothes
to try and change your mind
But even I have dreams
of the ones you see
And how could I ever be a dream?

You keep me in a little, white box
And take me out only when you want
With your glorified ideas of
who you wish I was

But if you keep me out
too long
you see the scars
and the weathered ends

My skin will never be
dream skin
My hair can't grow the way
you'd like

So why don't you keep me
in that box for good
and give me away?
Maybe to someone who
will open the box and say,
"This is all I've ever dreamed of."

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