Green Hands
My hands are green
as green as could be
But the second I see it
they start to lose color
I cant even help to wash it off faster
loosing the green makes me gain lots and lot
I try to say no, as more stuff is offered
give us your green hands and this can be yours
I want to
I yearn to
but still I say no.
i need my hands green, in honor to grow
But still as as walk and pick out something things
my hands start to turn, like the leaves to some days
At least once i look, my hands are not green
and all the things, that i got in return.
Do not make it worth it... not one tiny bit.
But still I SPENT IT.
Copyright © Maggie Burke | Year Posted 2021
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