One last poem.

It Burned Me

In little cardboard boxes

you've put away your life

and i longed to see myself there

but i was to be found nowhere in sight

a treasure here,a jewel there

you had your gems-scattered everywhere

when i asked,you returned

that i had fed the fire

you burned,all alone

if you lie-you're called a liar

and my face had turned rubber

about a couple light years since

everything happened

now there's no lie,it can't convince

i must have burned too

when you set my memories aflame

yes i must have burned for,this i know

not all of life is a game

so as you break them into pieces 

so they can fit under your lid

i still remember deep in my heart

all the things that we did.

Now Playing- You by Breaking Benjamin.