Pinebox poetry

Look down amongst the dirt
and your favourite photographs
all you will see
is the poetry I've written.

Sometimes we fall down
just to see the bottom
and on the way;
we'll find the person holding us up.
And among all the chaos-
you'll find the poetry i have written.

I've kept your favourite photograph-
the one where I had smiled-
And if you look hard enough you'll be able to see
the poetry I wrote for him.

I burned his favourite photograph-
the one where I had smiled
Buried poetry I wrote for him

This life is like a dream to me-
right now I dont want to wake up-
And at the bottom, when you fall,
make sure you land softley
on the poetry i've written

Dirt on the top of my pinebox-
the poetry I've written
so much that we're holding down

here.