Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2015
The bills were balled in their pockets,
crumpled tickets.
They talked of golden promise,
like it were glass-
you could see right through them,
easily broken.
Distorted vision buys only sadness.
Spending money is becoming a problem.
svdgrl
Written by
svdgrl  NY
(NY)   
368
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems