I have a little shoebox
That holds my special things
It holds pictures of my long gone brothers
Old, too small rings
And poems for my lovers
That they will never see
I keep the stars in my shoebox
It's my precious little galaxy
-M.H.
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My Poems
PoetryPoems that I write about love, depression, and a bunch of other crap most of you don't care about
