To the Sun and Not Only
Ah, if you would shine for me more
than you do for somebody else,
But I'm on bottom and I bore,
And my snobbism's like the shells.
The gold was glittered on the brand
not branding painfully it shone,
And Adam was so wrong, my friend,
giving his rib, 'cause I'm alone.
There is no woman, there's no wife,
I'm really adamant, I know:
So many "wins" inpour my life,
I am invincible in woe.
Ah, if you would shine for me more...
I'd have no minute for the grief,
But I'm on bottom and I bore,
I think to live or not to live.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
