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Hey everyone! It's been a while since I've done one of these, so bear with me. At the moment, it's not that great, I'm going through some hard stuff, but I'll fix it up soon. The poem is basically about a box at Christmas. The gift that is given, from a boy to the girl he loves.
I'm done.
The final bit of tape on the box.
It's over.
Now, I must wait.
A sad little box,
full of love and happiness.
Of what was,
but sadly, cannot be.
What one day, hopefully,
will be looked back on,
and bring a smile to her beautiful face.
All that's left are the bits,
of wrapping paper that weren't used.
Tossed aside and thrown away,
They will only ever see the darkness of landfill.
But the box,
that pristine, elegant box,
it's lucky.
The wrapping paper,
it looks at it in envy.
Wishing that, it too,
could be part of Christmas.
But no, this time,
Both our stories,
Must end.
