Empty box
Fresh tear drops
Home alone
Nothing to call your own
But this once full box
Feeling so lost
Life used to be magical
Warm and full
Now you're brokenhearted
Don't know how to hit the button to get you restarted
You hold the box made of card board
Where all your memories were once stored
You crush it
You hush it
You make the most of it
But its in empty
Its empty, like when you start again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem