A little wooden box that keeps your red lips inside,
A flower that survived the snow, and forgotten on the ground.
An apology is what I try, please don't get mad, I'll die.
A kiss that would let me guide, our secrets through the sky.
Easy to act, react but not to try, hard to be and stay alive,
A second pass, the years gone by, age awaits for no one. I,
Helpless with no glass in hand, the water falls to the ground
**** into earth to be brought back and go give birth to creature, plant.
Knock knock, I'm at your door, no one answers I might go blurt.
Desperation rises, it's got no disguises to hide away in single case.
You know I'm there, yet far away, I let you know that it's okay,
You know I came, that was my game I guess it's done just for today.
I hope you liked it, because it was a beautiful wooden box.
