Memory Box Poem by Mrbrian Sixtynine

My memory box is filled with things
That remind me of our dreams
So I stare like a child
At the laughs and the smiles
In the box which holds the dreams
That you and I can only see

The memory box holds the love
That never saw the sun
As it was sniped in the bud
And hidden deep in the mud
To prevent spying eyes
From turning our love to lies

So my memory box is where I live
As I like to be well hid
From the hurt of the loss
Of our unbreakable bonds

So my memory box is where I'll stay
So I won't have to face the pain
Of never seeing your face again
As in my box we still live and I see your face again and again