Box of Sorrow
Something sad to hide away
There's a box beneath my bed, Full of words I never said, Letters that I wrote in vain, Wrapped in ribbon, tied in pain. Every night, I hear it call, From the shadows, down the hall, A whisper from the past, so clear, A melody of every tear. Oh, this box of sorrow, Keeps the memories hollow, A testament to love gone cold, Stories that were never told. Photographs in black and white, Moments frozen, lost in time, Promises...