The Box
the only place where you can hide from all the pain
the pace where only you lay for many years
the box keeps you six feet inder with no worrys or thoughts
where no light can reach that soft wrinkly skin
theres a place in that box to say our last words
but i gess i wasn't brave enough to explain
the box will soon take over your skin and leave no remains
but we will always hold you so dear in our hearts
for now the box will never be forgotten not now or never
so mimi keep us strong!
R.I.P Clara Martines 12.24.1931 - 5.13.2010
The BOX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem