Brown paper bags

Wrapped in little brown papers bags are gifts I haven't opened yet
Little trinkets from around the world
Places I visit subconsciously...
Physically it's just you, me and these walls.
Mentally it's the stasis of this situation
Emotionally it's the weight from all the sad stories about how many ways your heart has been broken.

These little brown paper bags act as a shield.
Your shield
Your pains shield.
If I rip them off those shiny little bits and bobbles, will your tears no longer be held back?
In a world where my hurricane and your tsunami come out for a war of wits
Will your suffering, your sorrow,  overpower my aching?
Do these newspaper print bows on this brown paper bag canvas look like the shades of gray in your life?
I'm more of a shades of black girl
More of a caution in the wind type of girl.

Wrapped in these little brown paper bags are myths about life and love.
About the mountains I'd like to climb
Great Wall I'd like to scale...
Places only my mind can play games in.
But sceneries you have seen as he made promises to you
About grandeur
About a love that won't end
About treasures in his pants
And kingdoms between your legs.
About the infinite ways he loves you
Loves to love love and love you and love loving you as you love him.

I say we burn these little brown paper bags
I say we tear down these walls and cry
I say we celebrate our shades
Celebrate our collosal emotional storms.

Wrapped in little brown paper bags are gifts I haven't opened yet.
Gifts from places I don't care for.
Little trinkets from places you would rather forget.