Every hole in your sweater
Is a way in to your soul
But everyday you spend in this weather
Makes your skin harder to penetrate.
Faith is the only thing keeping you warm,
Empty streets the only place to hibernate.
I wish I could give you
The perfect-shaped coin
That would fill the void in
Both your heart and pocket.
On the cardboard you're holding,
All the words are crammed,
Each letter bearing the burden
Of all the mean words ever shot at you.
Your jeans are torn from begging
On your knees in front of people
Who are staring at your empty cup
Instead of filling it up.
Just because you're poor now
Doesn't mean you'll remain homeless.
My door is wide open,
My love doesn't cost a dime
And the warmth of my embrace
Will make you forget the chillness of those nights
At least for a little while.
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Bleeding and Nothingness
PoetryA collection of poems written by someone who's trying to understand love. I hope you enjoy my content as much as I enjoy writing and sharing it! Votes and comments are greatly appreciated :)
