In my box curled up inside Lay six secrets side by side Forbidden fruits that bring me shame Yet from the box they call my name I cannot share I must conceal For most the temptation isn’t real They cannot see or understand Instead they all just reprimand But I still love my secret box For whats inside it quiets my thoughts A cotton bouquet of colors array Line my box and fuel my day First is black it hugs me best When I’m...