Monday, February 23, 2009

Box

A withered, dried, and cracked rose
An empty tube of candy
A deflated balloon
Scent that lingers on a teddy bear
Letters
Cards
A rotten lollipop

I brought the box downstairs and wait for a truck
and pray that so will an unrequited love be incinerated.




that God shall grant me a new lease of life.

No comments:

Post a Comment