tin coin
Hello All,
I guess, I had caught Monday mood from someone.. :(
feeling like running away from everything...
don't feel like writing...
it feels like if I write now I will hurt with the use of my words..
sorry...
you have to settle with only one lousy poem
its not full of light as well
its full of hurt and dark...
just sad...
Major fall of power
Cry over demolishing tower
Sagging chin and piece of tin
will left to you as a bill
you will spend the tin
and left with the chin..
every time you look in mirror
you will see the chin
and remember the spent tin
I can't believe the price was tin!
not even a win
was it worth for this sin?
you will say it all happened from gin.
Let me tell you it was not the gin
not the will of sin
it was the sinister stain
that you choose to attain
I can't ask you to join
unless you drain your ruin
be quick come in vain
meet me under rain
King H. Ironson
(one of older poems)
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