July 31, 2010
An ode to you, oh feelings fair
With golden locks of hapless hair
Resembling some pretentious gift
Wrapped by wrinkled fingertips

We tip our hat, and bow our head
Keep secrets tucked beneath our bed
Collecting dust that special way
Until they rot, there they will stay

This song for you with lyrics true
And teardrop notes to sing the tune
Of unlocked doors with age-old keys
To tender, loving misery

The music-box still resonates
Tales of past princess’s fates
As white-haired mothers pass it down
And tarnished keys wind round and round

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zebra.prints. said...
Oct. 12, 2010 at 9:17 pm
this is pretty deep. :)
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