The cylinder could fit in my hand
But I still hold it gently
The plated gold body
And the fragile glass pearls
Above the six gold pillars
And the delicate figure
In the delicate dress
Are not something I could stand to lose
I still twist the circle at the top when everyone's asleep
And remember when it happened to me
As the music prompts tears in my eyes
Maybe I made a mistake
Maybe I should have accepted
Maybe it belongs away
Curse my childhood!
But wherever it goes
In my drawer
or in a store
It's not junk
by Julie