NO SKELETONS IN MY CLOSET
BUT I GOT BOXES FOR DAYS
WHERE I KEEP THE DIFFERENT
HEARTS THAT HAVE COME MY WAY
I WANT TO GET RID OF THE HEARTS
THAT CAME TO BREAK MINE
WANT TO SET FREE
THE LOVES OF MY LIFETIME
YOU KNOW
I DON’T HAVE ONE RELATIONSHIP
THAT ENDED ON A SOUR NOTE
MADE EACH ONE A DIFFERENT TYPE OF BOX
ONCE MY HEART BROKE
SOME SEALED WITH TAPE
MOST STAPLED AND TIED WITH ROPE
I WANT TO SET THEM ALL FREE
SO THEY’LL STOP HAUNTING MY EXISTENCE
WANT TO TELL THEM THE TRUTH
THEIR CHANCE LEFT WHEN THEY LIED
BUT I AM VINDICTIVE
AND THEY NEEDED TO BE TAUGHT
DON’T PLAY WITH EMOTIONS…
DON’T TOY WITH A HEART…
(SIGH)
I LIKED NEW CARPET NOW
ON MY CLOSET FLOOR
AND A PLACE FOR MY SHOES
AND THE MANY PURSES I ADORE
I NEED TO MAKE SOME SPACE
FOR ME TO MOVE IN
I NEED TO CLEAN OUT MY CLOSET
nicely done .... cluttered space is a cluttered mind.... not only throwing things out... but the memories they hold in your unconscious and become to womb your thought process so def. a fave!
nice word play I was really feeling this write the emotion and pain I felt I know how it feels to get your heart broken for real.. but yeah I'm digging the concept 10 stars and a favorite write good job