Memoirs Of A Teenage Heart

Jar Of Sand

Jar Of Sand

If you were to hand me a jar

filled with sand, and ask me

what the significance was,

I'd say, "I don't know."

So then you'd reply with a smile,

saying, "This jar is filled with sand,

but also a pebble, shaped like a heart.

It represents all my feelings for you." 

Admiring the smooth gentle glass,

I'd catch a fleeting glimpse of a stone,

"Do you know where this heart will always belong?"

You'd ask, brushing a few stray curls

away from my gleaming green eyes.

I'd shake my head,

You'd wrap my hands around the jar

pushing it up to rest on my own heart,

"It will always belong to you."

Ways may change,

feelings burn to dust

blowing away to nothingness

but the jar of sand would always remain,

You may have gone

but I'd still look at the jar,

in times of loneliness and sorrow,

I'd reminisce all our fun times,

You may have gone

but I'd still look at the jar,

letting me delve into our book called history,

smiling in all the right times,

You may have gone,

but I'd forever look into that jar

the yellowish granules filled with love

ever reminding me that it wasn't just

a wonderful dream I'd woken from...