Open
Here
She’s going to let you open up the box
Proceed with caution
Don’t say you didn’t want to see its contents after you have
Because you don’t like them
You don’t have to like them
Just don’t cast that dislike onto her
Didn’t you say she was one of your closest friends
She wanted to share things with you
Her thoughts, her preferences, her convictions
Because you are special to her
She could have easily kept them to herself
But there’s something about you
Something that made her think you should have a peek inside
It pours, it drips with pearls and silver spoons
But you come across some coal and rubble
She tells you that they are rubies and gold
You don’t see it
You can’t agree
You find out you two are on different sides of the river bank
Don’t swim across to meet her if you don’t want to
Just don’t throw rocks at her to fall into the current
Remember that there are still those pearls and silver spoons
That there’s that aged clock that ropes you two together
She won’t apologize for what you think are coal and rubble
But you two can remain companions
Growing the length of your arms to reach each other across the river
Know the contents in the box are not to upset you
They’re just her thoughts, her preferences, her convictions
Hers
She’s not telling you to take ownership of them
Your box is full already
She wants to see inside
Even if she sees some of your jewels to be coal and rubble too
That thing that makes you feel trapped in the tundra
Is what makes her feel like she’s running free through a flowery field
You don’t know why that is
But don’t let that linger, don’t let it bound your mind
Share, share, share all your precious coins
What gets under your skin
What makes you riled up
And what makes you smile
What makes you satisfied
You’ll find that some look like hers while others do not
But there can exist a disharmonious harmony
Because you know you’re able to share, share, share
Without fearing she’ll be gone after she closes the box
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