Some kind of box
in which to hide
Someday I'll use
the space inside.
To store what's left
of could-have-beens
and dirty ashes
of dirty sins.
But till the day
it's filled with me
it will remain
a box of dreams.
Some kind of box
in which to hide
Someday I'll use
the space inside.
To store what's left
of could-have-beens
and dirty ashes
of dirty sins.
But till the day
it's filled with me
it will remain
a box of dreams.