Safe and Unsound

You store me in your little box, all hidden and safe, from the all the other boys.

Like a trinket all shiney; yet, playful like you’re favorite toy.

Though you see my shine; I will never glimmer enough.

Though I play; I will never be sufficient for your game, Oh so rough.

I can’t hear your laughs, my lid is too tight.

I can’t see your smile, it is always night.

I’ll lie here; stored away, so safely.

Always waiting, for the next day that I am able to break free.

Published by Madamchryzl

Words can be a beacon, to light a path out of the darkest of times. As an self proclaimed adventurer of this is crazy world.... Mountains, forests, and oceans are not the only places that adventure may arise out of; meeting and understanding individuals can be an adventure as well. And with adventure comes the chance of becoming lost.

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