The Shoebox Song

This is some random song I've written one Saturday afternoon, as I was doodling alone in a coffee shop. So even before the words get lost in my ever preoccupied mind, I'm writing this down in my blog. Who knows? Maybe someday my words could have a music and it will be a full-pledged song. As if! LOL! ^_^


I got myself a little shoebox
All laced up, just as girly as can be
It's big enough for all the mementos I keep in my heart
But can it hold up the rest of memories I have of you?
Of us?

I got myself a little shoebox
'Spent the day putting in the litters of pictures
Scenes from last spring, and how you sang me a song over coffee
The pictures could cover half of Manhattan
Now they're all boxed up in this shoebox of mine

Oh, but if it were up to me
I'd let our pictures fly all over the city
and let the people know of our history
But you were a bit selfish
And you wanted our memories all to ourselves
So I dropped by that little stationery store
Where I used to buy scented papers for love letters
and bought that cute little shoebox
A heart-shaped and laced up shoebox.

And so I got myself a little shoebox
Tucked in the rest of you inside
I'll keep it at the back of my little closet door
Until I forget that it's even there anymore
maybe by then your pictures have faded
The memories, shredded by space and time
And all that remains in the end of this song
Is the heart-shaped shoebox of mine.