A Box Full of Memories

Product of waking up and writing at 12AM

Hidden away,
In a place of mine own,
There is a Box.
A Box of Sadness,
A Box of Joy.
It holds Old Dreams,
And Old Wishes
Within it.
There are Christmas Times
And Presents.
There is Death and Evil Thoughts
Held within It.
It’s a little Pandora’s Box.
And a Lock
A Lock that only I can Break.
One day
Maybe,
In the none to Distant Future,
Someone else,
Too,
Shall hold the Key.
But until such Time
It’s my Box
My Little Box of Memories.