The Box/by:Haunted Lunacy

Around my neck, there hangs a key,

that unlocks a box that belongs to me.

In this box my secrets kept, and the many 

reasons that I have wept.

To open it would bring me joy,

but this old box is no mere toy.

For in it I keep a part of you,

the only part I truly knew.

As I close my eyes and reminisce your

ghost, I hold the box and keep it close.

For fear that you may soon return, to 

take it back, this thing interred,

and I just cannot let that be,

that you would take this box from

me, because with it we’ll never be apart,

for in this box I keep your heart.