I feel cold
Told a smile is gold
But what's it worth
If it's not genuine
Nothing, but that's alright
Because it's a pretty sight
Just sit there, and do nothing
I wish I could be worth something
What does a smile matter?
All you do is chatter
And why do I care?
For my gold smile is rare
The one that's worth copper
Isn't a stopper
But, that's okay if no one notices
Because no one focuses
YOU ARE READING
Stupid Poetry I made
PoésieThe poetry in this book belongs to ME, if you want to use it then ASK. I MIGHT make you a poem, if you ask- I do not HAVE to.
