Private Property: My Un-Opened Box

Mar 30, 2005 23:09

When you went away,
Apart of me went along with you.
The un-open box inside my heart
I gave to you to take,
And I threw away the key.
Inside the box were things
I had always been too afraid to show to you,
I thought you wouldn’t like them
And so when I was with you,
I never took them out.

Inside the box were memories of time spent with you.
I kept them at the top of the box;
They were the closest to my heart.
I never took those out because I thought you wouldn’t care.
Inside the box were all of my feelings that I felt towards you;
Oh, the words I could have said,
Had I only known you felt the same.
Inside the box were conversations we had had throughout the years.
You always thought I never paid attention,
Really I memorized every word.

I didn’t have enough time to realize before you left,
Just how much you really meant to me.
Even in the end I didn’t know how to say goodbye.
I didn’t believe you would ever leave.
And now I am left
With the regret
That I never let you look into my box.

*Sunday, September 14, 2003*

I’m filled with nothing but regret after regret
Because I never had the chance to right our wrongs
Or strengthen our rights.
I never got the chance to tell you how much I loved you.
How much you really meant to me.
And now all I have are the ghosts of a hundred million memories to haunt me.

*Monday, March 28, 2005*
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