What's our is yours
Nothing is mine
Except for her
That's a deal I'm willing to make
She's worth more than any currency
She more valuable that any money
But that's something you've never seen
Not something you'll ever acknowledge
And in the end it will not matter
For she will only know the latter
YOU ARE READING
Poetry in the Dark
PoesíaShe wasn't running from life Or from him Her feet hoped to carry her Far, far away from Herself Highest rank in Poetry #24
