A Forever

The paintbrush, broken and gone.
The artwork had an owner in town.
Oh dear! What a tragedy to behold.
We will keep it until we are old.

The beau found a beautiful wife.
The belle started a new life.
How painful! They drifted apart.
Woe to their forgotten one heart.

I believe, forever isn't true.
You don't have enough time, I tell you.
Treasure every moment that you have, my love.
You would never know when to lose your beloved.

The Philippines

JB Nuique's picture

Hello, there! I am actually thegalwithmanynames. But you can call me Jae. I am from the Philippines. I was fifteen when I had my first poem and it was a disaster. I am still trying to write just to express what I feel every time I experience things. And having grammatical errors is one of my weaknesses from the millions that I have. Anyway, enjoy! ^_^

Last updated October 02, 2016