![]() My Little Music BoxA Poem by Harley RoseBeing twirled to the point of dizziness Being forced to hum my little tune Weighed down with the secrets All I was asked to hold Over flowing with slips of paper On every paper is a little thought I could hold no longer Placed it out of sight Playing the once cheery melody Now holds so many secrets it is Weighed down with melancholy Singing what it cannot say My secrets are placed away in a little box Whenever it is opened it sings out its sorrow But I have set them all aside in My little music box © 2013 Harley RoseAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() Harley RoseTerabithia, Past The BridgeAboutI don't like drama or self centered people... I have a rather mature mind for my age so most subjects of conversations I'm used to, but if you message me, don't try and pull me into your drama. .. more..Writing
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