The Box

I open the lid of this little brown box

I'll paint it in turquoise and purple one day

And fill with the things that remind me of you

In case you should go on your way

If you should............go away

These things that i keep are my treasures of you

A photo of us in our vibrant years

A kiss from the past that shall always remain

Now soaked in the stains of my tears

Soaked in the stains of my tears

A lipstick you lost that i had all along

Your lips on the red hold the taste of your love

I'll tie it in ribbon with all that i have

And i'll store it in clouds high above

I'll store it in clouds up above

Patchouli scented, i place back the lid

I hug it and fill it with beats from my heart

So when we are old and i open the box

I will show we were never apart

And you'll still hear the beat of my heart