A box
There is a box,
It's hidden somewhere deep in the darkest place of my mind.
There is a lock on it, but the key is gone.
In this box lay memories of myself when I was just a little toddler,
But maybe also hidden stories, secrets that may never be told.
I need to open this box!
Answers are waiting for me.
But what can you do?
Searching for the key you say.
I'm puzzling a puzzle without any pieces.
That's impossible, isn't it?
So I will never find my key nor my memories.
Still I'm trying!
I'm trying so hard, making my head go crazy.
I'm searching everywhere, but nothing!
It makes me insane!
Where is the key?
YOU ARE READING
Broken Stories
PuisiThis is a book full with poems. Poems with me in it. They're not really poems, they're just my thoughts. Things I want to say out loud, but things you just can't say.. --- I don't want attention, I don't need attention, I'm just putting this poems...
