Box of Memories
My box of memories holds everything I have left of you. I keep it close cause its filled with
little pieces of each one of you. The things inside are little pieces of my heart folders, papers
and some of your art. When I open them it pulls on my heart and when I read them,
sometimes I fall apart. Sometimes tears fall from deep inside my heart, just remembering a
time from long ago. When your smile was always like my rainbow, painting beautiful colors
where ever you would go. But my rainbows colors faded long ago, its hard to see even the
faintest glow. Because it was washed away long ago.
Copyright © Fawn Cardiff | Year Posted 2009
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