i had them all so neatly organized <br />stowed them away in the boxes in my head <br />one for friends, one for lovers <br />one for those that i can have really great conversations with <br />one for the true love (more of an imaginary box, that one) <br /> <br />and then he comes along <br />and spills all my boxes <br />takes one look at the mess on the floor <br />and bails <br /> <br />and i find myself alone <br />frantically trying to restore order<br /><br />Cia Frizzell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/boxes-5/
