Shit rant poems

Box of memories

You've got to save the memories she says
You've got to keep everything
Don't forget
Don't lose
Cherish
Forgive
Forget
Live
Spontaneously
She says

Write me a poem she says

She entices me

I've handwritten her countless stanzas and metaphors and similes and just works

To be frank

Some of my best works

And one or two of my worst

But for her eyes only

And its something that I am fully invested in

I want to give her that future she wants with memories of cherished things and poems

Poems are just as well something to carry with you wherever you travel

And she has all that she can desire

Well not desire

She will always desire many many more
But more than she could have imagined at first

And I believe she needs them more that what some fools try and give her

And she knows that these are a necessity

After
All

She'll need them

50
60

Maybe 80

Years down the road

To look back on and remember

Everyone

Everything

Every page

Every word

Typos mistakes fuck ups and all

And

She will surely need new ones on the way to

Keep her journey going

And its a good thing then

That I don't plan on stopping

Ever

Or anytime