Monday, January 4, 2010

Buried Alive.

I have a box
that hides in my room.
It holds dead love,
just like a tomb.
It's nothing special,
just an old box.
Filled with love notes and memories,
and even my dreadlocks.
Sometimes I open it,
and read what's inside,
Most of the time,
the lust has long died.
But this time I read,
what still wasn't dead.

I have a box
that hides in my room.
It holds dead love,
just like a tomb.
With every line,
From finish to start,
To Good and bad,
They're close to heart.
This time I read,
and cried and cried.
Because this love,
had far from died.

Its not that you lied
when you said forever,
Just we barely tried
to keep things together.
And now you've gone missing
Almost forgot you existed.
But your ghost jumped right
of the box and insisted...

You are still alive.

6 comments:

Dreamer said...

DUDE i saw that blurred pic of you and madi on her blog, i nearly died
no joke

Dreamer said...

this makes me sad

Anonymous said...

this is great :)

juddLOCKS said...

Thankyou :) soz stefan? Haha ily

maddi b said...

haha stefan has alot of feelings... but same.... :(

Anonymous said...

Brilliant.