Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2015
Why* am I so bold
While others are not so gold
Should I be the one to fold
Or should I do what I've been told
My time is up n I'm cold
It seems our luck has rolled
If my love were as a thing to be sold
Then I would not live to be very old
Oh I am cold, "no", my love has told
Would that I'd not been so bold.
IF ONLY YOU'D FIGURED YOURSELF OUT IN MY FAVOUR
italics in conversation: a hidden story
Yasha Harkness
Written by
Yasha Harkness  21/Non-binary/New Delhi
(21/Non-binary/New Delhi)   
419
   Dana Colgan and Rapunzoll
Please log in to view and add comments on poems