The Box

This world, this box, has never been so cold
as when I fell and everybody told
the man inside my brain he’d be alright
but now this box is shrinking, getting tight.
I wish I had a mate to keep me warm
to rock the box as if it were a storm
I wish I had a mate to hear me rhyme
her name with words that fit her soul, sublime
I need you here to love inside this box
I need you now, regardless of the clocks
the time of passion follows time of pain
I’ll give you mine, my love, it isn’t vain
I love to feel your beauty and your skin.
Without this box, would you have let me in?

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