Sale souls (featured in Poetry potions Poem a day) Last seen, A scene caused in the city center. Cents dance on the concrete, Singing to their throwing for his drawing, My reciting, Sucking off life from my soul. Cents dance, Cents I said, For a soul poured onto canvases And mic-less stands. I sleep missing every night, Never complete And the only way to fill this void is to give a piece of my soul every day; To mirrors that only throw my image back at my face With crowds that throw cents, But I took no offence For my soul was never erected for sale.
Posted on: Mon, 16 Sep 2013 21:36:20 +0000