and I find myself unable to escape anymore,
but am still tryna walk away from it;
with bleeding knees, hurt so sore.
You are there in every thought that passes by;
like a cruel king you conquer my mind,
I wanna travel oceans with you but;
I donno I'll follow you or I'll be left behind.
So temme what to do with this heart shaped box?
where once you lived but now where nostalgia knocks.
Come and see it floating;
and tossed between violent waves of calamities,
will it ever swim outta it;
or it will be a victim of missed opportunities?
I scratched your name, as it belongs to you;
am gonna give it to you without anything in return,
and I want you to make it work like before;
or else fire it and let it burn.
Or temme what to do with this heart shaped box?
for no longer its mine, as after you it walks.
P.S. My creation, please do not copy!!
P.P.S. When people ask me from where do I get ideas for poems, I tell them: a little bird tells me.