There is nothing wrong with the music box
It simply sits on a shelf
Gathering dust
Slightly translucent
Lit up from the warm lights
With a hint of pink from the painted walls
There is nothing wrong with the music box
It’s song sings an eerie yet child like tune
Comforting, yet like looking at pieces of a childhood lost forgotten
At least it felt it so
There is nothing wrong with the music box
Yet its song haunts my head
The eerie tune staring at me like a long hallway taunting its door at the end
With what could be behind
There is nothing wrong with the music box
It’s simply a toy
Yet its ancient look and tune
Painted so eerily in my head
The music box is now gone
Still haunting my mind
Was it real or in my head
So I have to remind myself everyday
There is nothing wrong with the music box
