Pigs of porcelain
Beautiful but unused
Collecting dust on shelves of black
What might lie inside?
Hollow caverns
Meant to be filled to the brim
It's hard to open
What might lie inside?
Nail breaking again
Finally able to open
Without having to shatter
Out streams your hidden treasure
YOU ARE READING
Heart & Soul Poetry
PoesiaJust some random poetry from the depths of my mind. Read if you want. I will say there might be some triggers, so be cautious.
