Thursday, July 3, 2008


my weight in gold
for the black-haired girl, with eyes brown of confidence and her dreams intact

my life in cash
for her mind at ease, her pride in health and her heart unstoned

my secrets in bold
if she's still alive, if she goes outside and will dance again

my dimes in a bash
for a lady on the run, with my past in her smile and her essence in my hands

1 comment:

confused said...

all those things you can find..without payment of any kind..look within and they are there..they just get buried in the fray of life ...