My friends had empty bottles of love.
So I gave them love.
They want more.
So I gave them more.
My bottle is empty.
I ask them to fill my bottle.
They don’t know how to pour love.
That’s fine. It’ll find a way to fill my bottle alone.
First day, my bottle is still empty.
Second day, I still can’t find a way.
Third day, the bottle broke.
A new friend pours love in my bottle.
My bottle is broken, so it spills.
I still thank my new friend.
My new friend keeps pouring.
My new friend doesn’t notice my bottle is broken.
And I won’t t tell my new friend.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Salma is 13, and from Amman, Jordan. She is a creative and deep student who values poetry and art and uses them to express what’s deep inside.