Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 Apr 8 kris
RMatheson
Oh,
what a sweet rapture
it must be
to never feel
the sting
of love.
 Apr 8 kris
Luke
I went out to find
Some value in me,
So I sold what I had
For little a fee.

My eyes for a penny
I sold to some fools,
They're blind and useless,
Mistook for jewels.

My lips for a nickel
To the sweetest sin,
So they'll know the love
That has never been.

My ears for a dime
I sold to a lover.
To hear sweet nothings,
And silence uncover.

My hands for a quarter
I sold to a ghost,
So that she might feel
What I've wanted the most.

Finally my bones for a dollar
I sold to the earth,
But as for my soul-
There was found no worth.
If she is not beautiful,
Nothing is,

If her eyes are not deep,
Than the ocean is a puddle,

If her kiss is not a blessing,
There is no magic in anything else,

If her taste is no wine,
Than no drug will entrance me.
She is
 Apr 8 kris
evangeline
Dewdrops, like lovers
Kiss upon the naked grass;
The storm is finished.
 Apr 8 kris
lizie
i care
 Apr 8 kris
lizie
i mess everything up
i can’t stop crying
i don’t know how to make things right
i’m not supposed to be a person that hurts others
i only hurt myself
i care
Next page