Date Written: 04-12-17
The boy had a jar,
it contained a cookie inside.
He always kept the lid shut,
he never opened it.
One day, someone asked him if he ever opened his jar.
"Never" he replied.
He never opened his jar to share his cookie with someone.
The boy was cold, but he was sweet in the inside.
The cookie was like his soul,
it looked healthy for a while.
Weeks passed.
The cookie started to decay in his jar.
The cookie turned bitter
he can never share his cookie.
It rotted away.
Regret comes to his eyes,
he becomes lost in his lies.
The cookie used to be so sweet.
The boy hid away his true self.
Now he knows to never leave the jar shut.
One day, he'll share his cookie.
One day, he'll get lucky.
The boy learned on that day to never hide who he really was and never pretend to be someone else.
The less he hid away,
the better his soulwas growing.
~Snowy
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