paper boxes
We used to make
paper boxes as kids
We fold it up,
crease it up,
color it up.
I put my plastic jewellery in it;
you put coins and bottle caps.
We even bet which box will stay long—
mine which was on the drawers
or yours on the top shelf with books you never read.
I would always cry because yours turn perfect, while mine was always torn from opening the drawers.
I never knew one day,
it will be me inside one of your boxes,
collecting dust on your top shelf
with books you never read
I was stupid to ask why your boxes are never destroyed.
I should have asked what happened to the contents it hold.
After all, it was just a box prisoning
all your jewels you've forgotten you still have.
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It's funny how everyone in my FB is celebrating their 22nd birthday today, September 22. They must be feeling lucky today! 💛
with love, h.
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Poetrya random notebook that I'll fill with poems and stories to keep me busy (aka feeling productive) during quarantine. Stay safe and enjoy reading! ❤️
