Music Box

It's the feeling you feel when a sad music box plays each note,

In tune yet heartbreaking words that no one wrote.

The song slows to the last part,

Clenching on to every pain of your heart.

The tears trickle down your cheek,

This love that will never repeat,

Now comes to an end.

All your realities were just pretend.

The last sequence of notes play,

There's nothing left to say,

"Goodbye," your mind cries,

And the last bit of music dies.

-Allison S. De Arton