Cardboard box, without a lock, without a key, that's where my heart lives.
It's tattered edges and peeling tape, it once was strong but soon it will break.
In this box I hold my love,
I hold my hate, I hold my trust, I hold my fate.
And this cardboard box I will repair, tape up its edges and paint it with polka dots of hopes and dreams.
So that one day this box will be strong and tough, but this time I might just add a lock
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Hi, I'm Latrodectus, but you can call me Lat. I'm 14 and I love to write. I write at least 1 or 2 times a week and write everything from acrostics to opinion posts (and everything in-between) I'm also writing my first ever book/full story "The Darkworld Chronicles." I write to help find myself and who I really am and to help me deal with life's problems and stresses. I like drawing, acting, singing and gymnastics but don't like algebra, sport or swimming. My interests vary wildly (as do my works) and I feel it gives me some variety. Thanks for reading this, have fun in my world of writing :) ~Lat
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