My Box

January 9, 2009
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My Box

I made this box from parts of my heart,

And filled it with all the things I love about you.

Choosing to wrap the box,

With all the things you love about me,

I tied the ribbon tight.



It was so beautiful and large,

Though heavy with all the feeling inside.

So, I blew on the winds of your desire,

Lifting my box high, carrying it on your lust.



Down the street, and round the corner,

Your lust began to falter, no longer carrying my box high.

I pushed against the world,

Threading together all the dreams I held for you.



It was getting dark; my thoughts filling with shadow,

So I called upon your dreams of me, letting them light my way.

I was at the bridge when the light flickered, and I was lost.



I made this box, and I carried it for you,

I crushed it to my chest, and thought only of the things you do.

As I fell slowly down, I felt my box break, carrying away on the tide.

Just then I learnt my lesson, something deep inside;



Love won’t last forever; so all you can do is hold on until you die.





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RGallagher said...
Jan. 20, 2009 at 1:09 am
I. Hate. You.
Seriously.
I do.
You write better than me. =[
Jooo must go bye bye! <3
 
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