The treasure that I've always kept
contained inside the clearest jar
has quickly multiplied and leapt
as it went- time I thought was far.
Precious as gold or perhaps more
was what I called my wealth
and how to hide it from the world
I knew not, nor did I have stealth.
The virgin parchment from inside
stares back at me as if to tease.
And pens and inks don't ever hide,
they never leave my eyes at ease.
My hands surrender to its spells
my fingers all were slowly pulled
and wrote before the ring of bells
until the old warm air went cool
I knew right then it won't be well
for the jar was already full.
6.10.18
Never keep your emotions to yourselves kids, always have a daily dose of sml
-Quen
BINABASA MO ANG
Shallow Depths
PoetryThe voices that have seemed so small and words we've always left alone are ones of which when we merge all will paint the scenes to eyes unknown. - ♪ - My first poetry collection in Wattpad. No specific themes and topics, all random. [Please read...
