Little white box of mine,
never know when, to
open you. When is the
perfect time?
Filled with mysterious things
capturing what my heart
sings. It's like everyone
knows what in it, but don't
dare open it.
I'll tell you. It's something
very strong, and I've
been keeping it for ever long.
I want to truly share it with
a special someone, but it got glued
shut when he said we were done.
Love fills this box, smells of
fresh cut grass, bringing back
memories of the past.
Out of the darkness, and
into the world, you bring a smile
to my face and a tear from my
my eyes. Knowing It's OK
to cry, but not wanting to die.
Little white box of mine,
not sure when to open you,
waiting for the perfect time.
