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memories in a box

memories in a box that lie quietly

drawings and cards of your craft

small trinkets of your design

that lie as memories of a past

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when you said you love me, did you mean it?

or did you mean it once, and only then

or do you still mean it, but it can’t show

or was it a lie to protect my zen

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when you said you would stick with me

through my good and not so good times

was it true, but only back then

or was it just a saying to protect the heart of mine

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you said you would love me forever

and no other girl could look at me

but was the pain of being with me so heavy

that you had to forfeit me to let you be

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you said you would sneak into my dreams

and now you still are

are you tormenting me? Or is it just me

digging into a you-shaped scar

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you said you will never forget me

i want to think its as hard for you

as it has been for me, but is it?

am I just the past, or are you crying too?

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i wish I could pick all the memories in the box

and distill them into a jar

and drink it to transport me

to a dream where you are forever in my arms

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but for now, the memories lie in a box

forgotten and collecting dust

collected memories forced into hiding

while my heart turns into rust