Spilled Ink

bleedingdryink:

I have a little box inside of me,
A little wooden box,
Not terribly fancy,
And not prone to rot.

This little box is velvet lined,
And locked with a key,
It has no engraving,
Its simple unlike me.

This box is not for sharing,
Its not for show and tell,
Its not near my heart,
And its certainly not for sale.

This little wooden box
Is precious to me,
It contains special things,
Secret memories.

I do not often open it,
Its not all great,
I often try to burn it,
But I don’t have enough hate.

So the little wooden box
Stays nestled deep inside,
In its own little black hole
It will forever hide.

Jamie Harrison