The Skeleton in my cupboard

Rattled and made a ghastly sound.

The locks jammed and hinges rusting,

Guarding a treasure never to be found.

 

Of chocolate wrappers, cards, little hearts,

Of old love letters that are moth eaten.

Once pink but slowly fading pale

A fluffy bunny now weather beaten.

 

A book of poems that promised dreams,

Within the pages a dried rose it holds.

Broken Links of bracelets scattered

With each empty box a story unfolds.

 

A silver chain that adorned a pretty neck

A lock of hair in its engraved locket trapped.

Let the secret lie locked away forever,

Of unclaimed moments in reminiscence wrapped.

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