Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2014
Smoke in the eye,
is worth two burnt fingers.
One fleeting glance,
is worth two good looks.
Admitting that you aren't any good,
isn't worth anything at all.
This was written about a year and a half ago.
M Preston Harris
Written by
M Preston Harris  Asheville, NC
(Asheville, NC)   
3.4k
   Tara
Please log in to view and add comments on poems