Cardboard

aneenaelzabinod

I was wrapped in luxury linen,
And placed in a velvet gift box,
With a bow on top of it,
I felt like the most precious thing.

I felt safe,
Held,
Adored.

But slowly, the velvet slipped away,
The soft linen was stripped,
The bow came undone,
It was only cardboard all along.

Now the box sits in a corner,
Dusty and forgotten,
And so do I.

 

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  • peto

    Magnificent writing
    I won't analyse it til I paralyze it
    Simply let you know I'm looking forward to reading more from you

  • sorenbarrett

    A most wonderful metaphor that works so well. A fave

  • Poetic Licence

    Simply to say this a beautiful write, enjoyed the read



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