My Box
By Miggsy
I pack up the memories of your curly brown hair your bright blue eyes and lips so soft I pack up the memories of your skin so tanned your arms so strong and voice so deep I pack up the memories of the back of your hand while hitting my cheek and stinging so sharp I pack up the memories of the words you spat that hurt my soul and wounded so deep I pack up the memories of the bottles of booze you needed so badly and wanted much more I pack up the memories of the pain in my heart and make a smile for now you are gone Written January 19th, 2002 © on Jan 18 2002 08:03 PM PST 0 • 10
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"I pack up the memories ..."