How I feel

My life is like a Metal Box,
With compartments and several little locks,
Each represents a memory,
Or somewhere that I wish to be!

I keep my dreams in my head,
Each night when I am laid in bed,
I sort them into good and bad,
Some are happy, some are sad!

I keep my thoughts of us in there,
A place where I don't have to share,
My pain, my guilt, my cursed pride,
I lock it up tight inside!

At times the locks they bend and break,
My heart it hurts, my heart it aches,
You're gone and that I know for sure,
You'll never walk through my open door!

But I have a place I like to go,
Where your alive and well also,
A place that's just for me and you,
To pull me up, to help me through!

You were friend, my right hand man,
The cunning in all my evil plan,
I miss you and I love you still,
So there's exactly how I feel!