Boxed

Count all the memories, count all the pain,
Count every little mistake you made.
Now put it in a box and lock it from outside..
Hide away the key, away the key hide!

If the box is your brain, big trouble you shall gain.
Specially, if the box-brain is like mine, that remembers every silly detail..

No warning, no reason, no rhyme,
Pops up a thought clear and defined..
There starts the tap in the corner of my eye..
Sniff tear sniff tear..Lo! This is how I cry

Thoughts in me there, are not that depressed,
But an old gift an old word, evokes happy tears I guess..

A Movie scene was showing war and bloodshed,
I cried, as I imagined my warrior dead..

A Judith Mcnaught was in my hand,
No more in love with my ex..yet the flashback began
I correlated my past with every chapter,
Yes! The waterworks made me feel much better.

While traveling by train Gotye sang on my playlist,
he reminded me of all those that I used to know and all that I miss

The list goes on as I clean my drawer,
And find a card and a wilted flower.
Well, tears of gratification do ooze out..
I bet you'll wanna tear your hair out.

But I'd still like to mention one more...
Cos this one makes all of us nostalgic, I'm sure!
Just an innocent me staring back through the pics,
Young mommy-daddy, aww such sweet clicks

Amazing they said is a memory this sharp,
I bet you'll disagree after reading so far..
Yet if you still wanna give it a shot,
Go ahead and help your smart-box rot.

Hey! Do temme what consequences you face.
I'll add it to the above and a new warning poem we shall make B-)