A little black box covered in chains
It is a Slot that gets filled
With written secrets of insecurities and of lip sealed
It's tipped open once or twice
Like when my love for her seemed greater then my life
Or when I felt a radiating light at 3 am with her on my mind And thought talking with her felt so right
It's changed me both times
BUT no one can seem reach the bottom
The fears of a little girl
No one can seem to change it not even herself
For when she looks in the mirror she hears the names
For when she opens to speak it's in vain
When love is in reach she think she Is still incomplete
That little black box is something she can hide but it's stored inside her heart chained to her spine
Like a paper weight preventing her to take flight. That little girl and I we drown for that little black box pushing and lifting to make sure it dosent erupt.
Someday someone might find the key and look at our letters leaf by leaf to lighten our load
Or maybe one day we'll let it drop out of our heart . And fix the bones it's cracked and repair the scars.
For now she and I spend our time writting words, drawing signs of a little black box that's taken over our life.