Box of Teeth
It starts with a box one with things you no longer need.
It starts with a kiss that tells you everything.
It starts with a breath when you first open your eyes.
It starts with a girl and boy holding hands standing side by side.
It starts with the tooth fairy and a box of teeth that brings you money just to make you happy.
It starts you and ends with me.
It last cause we can love so deep.
It ends with us just too old to care but young enough to still see love in the air.
It ends with a box that holds our every care our memories and the love that we shared.
This box we have is now old and done our fake old teeth sit alone now that we are gone.
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