Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
I poem if I could I’ll write it A stone made of wood I’ll bite it The highs and lows Survive on your toes Means letting go I know it Left cold Let in Letter by letter I wrote it
0
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 10:08 AM UTC
I Wrote It
I poem if I could I’ll write it A stone made of wood I’ll bite it The highs and lows Survive on your toes Means letting go I know it Left cold Let in Letter by letter I wrote it
maziart
Written by
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 10:08 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem