Sunday, January 3, 2016

box marked fragile (complete first draft)


I am a box marked fragile
I am arriving at your door
I am waiting to be opened
it's cold and dark and raining
I don't mean to be complaining
but this is not what I was hoping

this duct tape isn't holding
I packed too many memories
so many you can't count
if you open up your door
I won't need them anymore
you could help me throw them out

       I can be strong
       I know I can
       I just need a little help
       this box contains
       a broken man
       help me save myself

I am a box marked fragile
my final destination
is to your open arms
I know how you must feel
but I'm the real deal
honey, I ain't no false alarm

I've got a map and compass
they're both inside my heart
and it's their job to lead me home
but, oh, the damage I can do
on my way to finding you
I've never felt so all alone

       I can be strong
       I know I will
       but I need a helping hand
       to help me up until
       I get the strength to stand

I am a box marked fragile
I am all beaten up
battered through and through
but if you take me in
the healing can begin
and I'll be good as new
I'll be good as new


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