There in the dark cornner sits a box
a empty box
its so sad to watch
it reminds me of all the empty times i shared with myself
the empty box was alone in a dark room
it seemed unusual that this big brown box wouldnt be filled
that reminded me of the pecices i’m missin in my life
there was no one there in the dark room to claim the box
i was all alone, and no one could help
the sun couldnt, and wouldnt shine in this one particular spot
no one could make me happy
people came and went, but the box still remained
i myself had no one
this box was much similar to me
every time i thought about it
it brought back strong memories
like the time i was lost in the store
every time the image appeared in my head
emotions fumigated in my head
it was like look at a beautiful painting
there was something about the box
there was a direct reson
this box caugh my interest
the box was me