Category : Poems

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In this little box,
All my secrets lay.
Within these chains and locks.
Keeping my demons at bay.

But its still my treasure,
And I'll guard it with my life.
It holds all my life.

This isn't a cry for help,
But a reminder that it's all I have left
You don't know what I have felt,
So I apologize on your behalf.

There is a small part of me,
A part that pounds my head,
That wants my secrets for free.
Another part wants that part dead.

But its still my Treasure Box,
So its a treasure to me.
It's locked up better than Fort Knox.
And I've long lost the key.