Dancing to a silver music box;
Passing coins, for the grand coin toss.
The tinkling music, of metal clicks,
Blow out a candle, light it never again.
Show up for the chorus;
But sing out of tune,
For all to hear,
The reasons that it bothers you.
Bending nails, to make the house;
Making trails, for those to get lost.
Only a coquette once said; only a small one,
But a deceit filled head.
Run from the light,
As you always do;
Take the side of the right--
And we'll follow you.
The days ahead:
What lies ahead;
Is a date set in stone.
Your icy feel,
Your cold heinous heart;
Are left to shame,
I give you a sincere thought.
About the times,
Sitting; watching you.
Before you were gone---
I already knew.
The ethereal hands, and transient face,
Seeing it all, it was too late.
And as for, the silver box,
Let down your hair, and silver locks.
Dance alone, to silver clicks--
A fluttering heart: left bewitched.