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Somewhere in this world
Is a stolen music box.
A broken love song
With a broken lock

Into the night
It plays the child’s voice
Tender sweet naive
When all she did was rejoice

It played her mothers lullaby
Sung beside her face
Every time she cried
Warm and loving embrace

It played her fathers nightly ride
Down the carpeted hallway
And laughing with his mirth inside
He’d carry he through the doorway

It played the sweet strum
Of only a siblings love
A model for a child to become
Secrets held high above

And she prayed to God
And grew up straight
Nonexistent was the world’s facade
Yet she didn’t know her own weight

And into every childhood
Enters one barrier to be broken
Hers, the art of telling falsehood
Sometime lies are what aren’t spoken

The tune began to shift
Beauty was dark in contrast
Her heart refused to lift
The amount of notes left unsung were vast

Now the violin replaced the fiddle
In warped wrenching song
She wrote her life into a riddle
Just to manage to carry on



Self inflicted bruises
Self inflicted pain
Overflowing with excuses
Yet the child’s cuts she couldn’t explain

Humanity stepped in
To carve the lid of the music box
Her hope was stretched too thin
And God she soon forgot

She prayed to God
As she laid down at night
Expecting an answer she was not
But she was tired of this fight

These lies that I must sing
Im sorry, this isn’t my voice
To you I don’t want to cling
Have you given me a choice?
I wrote my own lyrics
To my own life
But who is the choreographer
To all this strife?
I lied to you
I lied to them
Yet grace is long overdue
Surely Im not condemned?

For she sold her hearts true song
To the lowest bidder
Everything shed done wrong
Was displayed for the world to consider

Yet somewhere in this world
Is a stolen music box.
A broken love song
With a broken lock.




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the_Horsegirl This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 3, 2010 at 9:23 pm:
That was so sad, it had so much feeling... you're a good writer.
 
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Inkspired said...
Nov. 1, 2009 at 11:44 am:
Beautiful. Completely sad, but beautiful too. Really great, it shows how reality steps in and makes your life miserable. Amazing! I love it!
 
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Tears2Roses said...
Aug. 13, 2009 at 4:20 pm:
that was so sad i almost cryed such feeling such longing such beauty. you have writen what so meny teens go through but showed the reality of it by the stolen music box. LOVED IT!!
 
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Bridie said...
Jul. 27, 2009 at 1:34 am:
This peice is appsalutly beautiful an amazing talent is what you have (sorry I'm speaking like Yoda LOL)but I really like this and I'm listing it as one of my favorites! =D
 
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SaraB. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 19, 2009 at 4:19 pm:
Oh my goodness, this is beautiful. It's just so heartbreakingly (is that a word?) honest. I can relate, not to the cutting, but I did something else equally as... I don't know, stupid? But it wasn't stupid exactly, and I'm sure what you did had a purpose too. I love the music box metaphor, it's amazing. You have reached a very high level of writing. <3
 
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Duckie430This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 17, 2009 at 10:59 pm:
wow. this is really amazing
 
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