The Dresser
It may seem foolish to them
why I was crying over the dresser
I had no to way to express myself-
except for the dresser,
where I had stored my life
It may seem foolish to them
Why I was crying over the dresser
Where I had stored the music
That had saved me from drowning in a merciless ocean
In which I could not learn to swim
The dresser I had once starved my soul to keep my most valuable items
To the friendship I keep
Written on many unsent letters to my best friend in the graveyard
It may seem foolish to them
But I’d rather drown in those oceans of letters
Than to not be a part of you at all
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