by JB Nuique
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.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
J.B. Nuique, aka Giudellius, is a Cebuano-speaking Negrense from the Philippines. She is an August Virgo, an artist and an ink drinker. She loves sunsets, coffee and chocolate cake. She likes rom-com films and other films with women as the main character. Other than poetry, she is writing novels about the women in her fictional country of Simetra. Her Judenne Waters, where she posted most of her works during the pandemic, is on hiatus.
Last updated October 02, 2016