All my stuffs in boxes
Waiting for the pick up truck to come
And take it to a boat
On a sea
to a different continent.
Your picture is in a special box
Labelled "Fragile"
Like your soul.
Your clothes are in another box
Labelled "personal"
Because you never did like
People going through your things.
I remember grieving
For the loss of our love
Because you never could give
Me the key to the box
In which you kept your heart.
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
All my stuffs in boxes
Waiting for the pick up truck to come
And take it to a boat
On a sea
to a different continent.
Your picture is in a special box
Labelled "Fragile"
Like your soul.
Your clothes are in another box
Labelled "personal"
Because you never did like
People going through your things.
I remember grieving
For the loss of our love
Because you never could give
Me the key to the box
In which you kept your heart.
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