Rich in red
round curves on top
A single point below
What's inside?
A treasured prize
Which only I have known
I hung you
in the nearest tree,
enticed the one I seek
All day long
he stared at you
Inside he wished to peek
Long he waits
And long I taunt
About your hidden core
Anxious he
to get inside
So anxious to explore
Much time passed
He could not wait
To know of what you hold
So he left
Frustrated by
The secret left untold
He was gone
with no return
But still I had my prize
Rich in red
Round curves on top
A point below it lies
Yet, he returned
With smiles false
Intrigued was he again
Then, with a stick
He broke you up
My cries spilled out on him
What do you think?
Comments
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This is amazing! Such a great metaphor, I love it! You did such a great job with this. Awesome write girl!
Blessings,
~Michaela~
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