After many flowers that bloomed over all the petals that fell from the roses and into your heart that sores and makes my dreams and as I lay my head down on your chest and quietly listen to the whispers of secrets that are kept locked inside of a box of memories that is the door to your heartbeat, the roses of flowers that covered the memories only grow as a guard of the key that unlocks the memories in a locked box where the only way in is with a key to your heart
YOU ARE READING
The lockbox of memories
PoetryThe memory of the dream The memory that got locked away The memory of the girl I used to be The memory of the journal entries that turned my experiences into stories The memory of the photographs I still have on my phone of you The memory you c...
