Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2017
What is real in any heart?
what has changed
how does that make you feel?
jars full-on vision, on a shelf
smoke of a cigar but nothing burns
into the meaning of you,
not an answer
to a question, never soon to be, asked
so no questions
your honor asked
!
P@ul ***. lick my lips for me, make me happy, don't ask?
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
210
     Rob Rutledge and Paul Hardwick
Please log in to view and add comments on poems