you'll never know
There was once a girl who had a Golden box.
To me she said "I trust you to take care of this, so that it wont get lost". Unfortunately she had to go and never did i get to see... her face that was so joyful when she gave that gift to me.
I tried as I could to find its right place. But amongst all the things that I have, it is the one thing that can never be replaced. The only thing left was to keep it with me, to care for it as i know and just let it be.
Everywhere I go I keep it hidden inside of me. This box so well hidden that others will never get to see...
That every now and then the box begins to spill.
The things that are inside, like crystals they look, like crystals they feel.
These crystals as priceless and so precious can they be. They are pouring so slowly, cutting deep inside of me. They continue to cut until they finally are set free.
when they finally come out, to the ground they go crashing. To keep them inside I have tried so hard. But as tears it seems, this salty rain drops that come from her heart.
So I cant keep the box closed, nor keep the crystals inside. I can only manage to keep them hidden from others, as they build up in my eyes.
Just as I try to hide that I wish I could die. so many reasons to leave this hard life....
To be with the girl that gave me that Golden box, (that love we all long for to know in this life), she gave me that gift on the day she became my wife.
Rachel Diaz-Blandon
10 November 1986- 27June2006
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Submission Name: the gift you left
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