Boxes
Little box
So cramped I can't breathe
Stuffed in
With the lid
Hammered down tight
Tiny airholes
So close and dark
Let me free.
Lift the lid and let me stretch
To reach the sky
Better yet,
Just give me a hammer
And stand back
Best of all,
No more boxes.
I Drew a Circle
o
I drew a circle in the sand o
o To keep the others from my hold
The water seeped in anyway
And all I got was cold. o
o
I drew a circle round my friend
o To keep him safely mine
But friendships grow or go away o
We cannot rope or bind.
o
I drew a circle round my heart o
To keep it safe from harm
o But all my worry only hurt
The lack was not a charm
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