lost your lucky coin
to a wishing well,
hell if I know
why it was praying
in my pocket.
every cold December
I remember
weary words,
"I just want
what I can't have,
a miracle,"
fingers running
over flattened copper.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 12:23 AM UTC
lost your lucky coin
to a wishing well,
hell if I know
why it was praying
in my pocket.
every cold December
I remember
weary words,
"I just want
what I can't have,
a miracle,"
fingers running
over flattened copper.
written for a contest prompt on another site
