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.