I cannot help but hold you close,
and never want to let you go.
Greed, we know, a sin of man,
is also a sin of mine.
I will watch the numbers grow,
smile and think,
“This belongs to me.”
I can't help it- I like money. Which is ironic, considering that I'm poor...
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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