As each seconds pass by
I stared at the box.
The box where i keep my thoughts
The box where i keep my songs
The box looks gloomy
The box looks sad
The thoughts inside are dark
The feelings inside are bad
As much as I wanted to change the color
I cannot
Even the slightest laughter that i put becomes black.
Now It's not just black, but a place where nothing can escape
Like a black hole in the outer space.
It eats every happiness that i take.
Now everything is dark
Now everything is sad
Everything is unfair
Everything is bad
But i keep on putting on every white paint I can get
Though I know its a waste of my strength
Now I got fed up,
Need to throw the box away
Need my happiness now
So I burned the box.
Burn it totally to ash.
I felt better now, I'm going to sleep now.
The next morning I woke up
Guess what?
The box returned.
But its cool,
Its now a treasure chest.
A/N i dont really know.... i dont get this either... :)) ahhahahah another epic fail poem:))
but here's the main idea:
Every emotion is a treasure... whether its good or bad, happy or sad
