The Pandora's Box
Your heart is the Pandora's box
It makes you bleed
as you write
People see painful metaphors, beautiful words
All it shows you is blood
So
Don't cry for having
A heart that carries good
But cry because they don't expect it
From you
You say you like
babies
They will laugh and say
Its unnatural for you to sing
lullabies
You are the girl who gently places
Fallen birds out of their nests
You are the girl who cries
Over broken hearts
Over cruel lies
That Pandora's box was the
Same place where kindness oozed out
for them
Which they mistake to be a cup
Full of hatred
maliciousness
up to the brim
it's a Pandora Box
Don't cry because they can't see it
Cry, because, they can't see it
Because that's your Pandora's box
Weeps for strangers
And beings without a tongue
So, let it weep for friends
Who think you have
A Pandora's box for a heart.
~FK
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The Fabled Flamingo
Short Story"It's not my words that you should fear, but my silence. My words speak straight to the core but my absence will leave you speechless." ― Nikki Rowe _________________ Sometimes, when it's brittle and cold outside and our insides are craving warmth...
