I smell the crisp 2 dollar bill in my hand
Smells like the ink and paper and bank
It does not get placed in my wallet
It goes in a special box
With a special pocket knife and a special photo that is faded and worn
I am broke as can be
No gas in the tank
No food in the fridge
But there the $2 bill will be
It doesn't belong to the till
STAI LEGGENDO
Giving Grief | Completed✓
PoesiaGritty real grief - expressions of lost love and sorrow. Volume one in Grief Series. Follow the series with "Good Grief". Completed. #3 - dismay.
