Our Little Music Box

Our Little Music Box

A Poem by demureminds

I gawk 

at the way your calloused hands

can graze my skin

scraping apart 

what little sanity 

I've got left-- 


of fabric-

    ated thoughts 

and memories

litter our feet like fallen

leaves in Autumn.

I laugh

at the way

you rock cliches silently

into omission,

cleaning the rest of the world

of originality

and three word stories

that play like music boxes

sprinkling magic

into my ears

like I was a child again.

I even dance 

in rooms with that creaking wood


we love,

easing into step

with our momentum

on heavy nights

of weary thoughts

that rattled our minds


breathing heavily and easily

all throughout

our little 


and howls,

making songs from free

style instruments. 

I think of how

I still hum myself to sleep

with our tempo

long after the music box

has stopped playing.

© 2013 demureminds

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You spare not restraints on your passion for your partner and for your music box, a delight to read, well done!

Posted 7 Years Ago

I truly felt your words.... I think your writing is wonderful and I love the pictures you helped my mind create. Keep writing!*

Posted 8 Years Ago


8 Years Ago

Thank you so much! (:

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Added on April 27, 2013
Last Updated on April 27, 2013



San Diego, CA

20. California, US. Student: Bio Major. Coffee Enthusiast. Occasional writer. Read if you please. more..

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A Poem by demureminds