Box

box.

inside my box are memories,
of oceans and storms,
and the blissful silence after.
the rageing seas still crash inside my box,
from wars and tragedys ahoy.
my box hold dark secrets of the deep,
never to be revealed to no person of wealth or royaltiy.
never to be found, never to be forgotten.

my thoughs of excited and excotic seas,
tremble at the ravenous dream i hold.
to dive and sink,
swim and fall,
through the endless depths,
the bed would be my grave.
the marine comunity would gaurd my presence,
like a glass coral reef,
ancient and cold.

inside my box a lonley girl,
she sits in the corner, sits and hopes.
tears trickle down her soft cheek.
her face...i know,
her eyes...a famillier picture of sorrow,
her life, trapped in a box,
like me and my dreams.

ok so i wrote this in yr 8 and i cant remember half of it so ive added
bits in but hey ill enter it anyway and edit it when i remember the
real words.. i remember being well chuffed with it at the time
though... before i changed it...ok ill shut up now byeeeeeeeee