You bring forth to me
A jar of melody.
A music, all made
From sweet poetries.
I have it fallen
I have it broken
I have mistaken
And now I spill
My last poetry
As you wish
As you expected it to be.
Though its property
Of fragility
Shan't hold the lines,
I shall continue to spill.
Though its pieces
Turn to debris
I shall always keep it
For I once owned it.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 4:03 AM UTC
You bring forth to me
A jar of melody.
A music, all made
From sweet poetries.
I have it fallen
I have it broken
I have mistaken
And now I spill
My last poetry
As you wish
As you expected it to be.
Though its property
Of fragility
Shan't hold the lines,
I shall continue to spill.
Though its pieces
Turn to debris
I shall always keep it
For I once owned it.
