She keeps songs
locked away in boxes
like secrets.
She will take them out
like postcards
to help her remember
the feeling of
a different time,
a different person
by her side.
She likes the one
that makes her
eyes close
to see the lights.
She smiles at
the one that  
makes her stand
up on tiptoes,
the one that
helps her forget
she doesn’t know
what to do
with her hands.

The tune
will carry her.

Like it did
the times when
voices broke
like a heart.
When instruments’ strings
would snap
and hurt.

Heart destroying me
Trying to please everyone
Mind looking out for me
But it's overworking itself
Wanting to fill all the holes the heart leaves behind
Now am overthinking everything
coz my mind is all over

The one month filled with joy
Everyone is positive
Minds thinking of building not breaking
Hearts pumping love not hate
because we made peace in Dec
Wanting only greatness to come our way this year

I thought of it as a place of books and pens only
A place of learning and teaching
But it was something else

It was a place of creating memories
Capturing moments
Making a movie out of it
With all the teenage drama and fantasy

It was a camp site for some
Always ready to go on an adventure
It was a place of retreat for others
Because it had a feeling of home

It is a place to forever be remembered

It is a difficult action to take
Yet a betrayal to peace
Without it
Nothing is ever the same