I have a box that sits on my desk
I don't know why it's there
There isn't anything in it
There's nothing special about it
It's just a plain, ordinary, white jewelry box
But there it sits
Empty and alone
On my desk
Waiting to be filled.
There is a girl who lives in my body
I don't know why I'm here
There isn't anything in me
There's nothing special about me
I'm just a plain, ordinary, pain-filled girl
But here I sit
Empty and alone
In this body
Waiting to be filled.
[Author's note: The poem that got this whole crazy poetry fixation started.]
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