Small.
Insignificant.
Busted up.
Old.
Empty and poor
But full of happiness and rich with memory's
Spilling over with good and bad
Memories that are happy and sad
It might look like a tin box to me
What more can it be
It's sun shine in the morning
And the stars at night
Touch it and you won't get a warning
Ill kill you then lock you up tight
It's not an empty box
It means the world to me
It's all and more than i want it to be
It has cracked and a dent
But each one has meaning they were ment
Happy feelings
Sad feelings
Angry emotions
Still motions
Days of being alone
The box is a happy zone
Inside may not be money or anything you can see
But whats inside is important to me
Full.
Important.
Hurt but loved
Still surviving
Me and my tin box
