Memory Box

by Taylor Porton

I gaze into this box of mine
all our memories it bears
I tell myself that I'll be fine
but inside my heart tears

I stare at all the pictures
and cry over all the things
Each one means something special...
But Oh, how much it stings

I wipe away the tears,
and I wipe away the pain
Why'd you want to end this now?
we've still got lots to gain.

I wonder if you feel the same
do you love me this much, too?
You're not at fault, we're both to blame
Our breakup's overdue.