Memory Bottle
Beloved, you mean so much to me,
I love you, yet you cannot see.
Rejection, the feeling so near;
My soul is torn by the things I hear.
So once again I hide my pain,
I ask for dark, I plead for rain.
Yet all these things you do no know.
You're not my friend, but you aren't my foe.
So, hurt, I see you from afar,
And store what I feel into a jar.
These things build up and plague my mind,
And to deal with it is hard, I find.
But now with love I hide away,
And in this bottle I might stay,
For after time you will not see
How soon I fade to memory.