I made myself a box, Somewhere to put things likeUnwanted memories and painful thoughts.Memories of tears and betrayal,Thoughts of "what if's" and "maybe's".I fought so hard to capture them all,It took so much time and effort.They were slippery and didn't want to be caught,They escaped easily from my fingersAnd rejoined the thick, black fog that was my mind.Somehow though I managed, It took months but I did it.The box lay...
My heart calls out, "Where are you my love?"But sadly, no sound on my ears doth fall.No soft, sweet whisper. Not a cooing dove.There is nothing but the cold silence every day.Living with nobody 'my love', her to callMakes the hopes of a man like me, slowly slip away.Not much, for this life of mine did I ask for.I want not weatlh, fame or degrees behind my name.This thing called love, I believe, is pure lore!The love of a...
