Jan 2016
For all the gold in the world may be at my feet, why is it I am still unhappy?
For all the silver spoons I use to eat,
Why is it I am still unhappy?
For all the dresses I have to make every girl in my kingdom pretty,
Why is it that I long for more?
Maybe, I don't long for more but, I long for less, and less is in the disguise of more.
For all the silver spoons I use to eat,
Why is it I am still unhappy?
For all the dresses I have to make every girl in my kingdom pretty,
Why is it that I long for more?
Maybe, I don't long for more but, I long for less, and less is in the disguise of more.
I write all my poems. If you would like to use my poems for any purpose, I ask you to ask my permission, or inform me that you will be using any of them.
That is the least you could do.
thank you.
That is the least you could do.
thank you.
