"Twirl away. Twirl away."

"Twirl away. Twirl away."

"Twirl away. Twirl away."

"Twirl away…"


The melody that used to emit from this box used to stop your tears.

The blue feathers used to tickle your face as you leaned closer to observe the twirling of the ballerina.


Where did you go?

Where did your smiling, crying face go?

Am I fated to dream forever,

Of the days where you used to twirl me?


Could you just break me already?

Break me off at the base, please.

Kick me under your bed,

Out of sight.

So, I don't have to suffer this unknown pain anymore.


The view from the spot on your nightstand,

Used to make me feel so relaxed.

Birds used to fly and leaves used to fall.

Now it just sickens me, to see such happiness.


Where did you go?

Where did your smiling, crying face go?

Am I fated to dream forever,

Of the days where you used to twirl me?


Could you just break me already?

Break me off at the base, please.

Kick me under your bed,

Out of sight.

So, I don't have to suffer this unknown pain anymore.


"Twirl away. Twirl away."

"Twirl away. Twirl away."

"Twirl away. Twirl away."

"Twirl away…"


I see your smiling, crying face for the last time.

You whisper "For nostalgia's sake."

You then break me off at the base,

And throw me out of sight.


Your laugh is taunting to the point where I hate it,

But I can't help but to cry happily,

For your sake.


This was a request by a friend. She wanted me to write a poem about a picture she's working on. Can you guess who's perspective this is from?