Penny for your thought?
Darling, they're worth more than that.
I'd spend every glittering coin
on this bland, wretched Earth
just to know
what kind of intoxicating things
are swimming through your mind.
YOU ARE READING
Maybe Mondegreen
Poetry"Her night was wasted away on people who live in the day" Free verse, word spill. Poems from a teenage girl about heartbreak, love, sadness, and hope. [[COMPLETED]]
