I keep a box under my bed
that's filled with thoughts all from my head.
It's small and square and nothing new,
just dreams of things I'd like to do.
It's filled with notes
and little scribbles,
just things I wrote
all mindless dribble.
One day I'll die and leave behind
the box of thoughts all from my mind.
Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 7:53 PM UTC
I keep a box under my bed
that's filled with thoughts all from my head.
It's small and square and nothing new,
just dreams of things I'd like to do.
It's filled with notes
and little scribbles,
just things I wrote
all mindless dribble.
One day I'll die and leave behind
the box of thoughts all from my mind.
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