my dying words
my way -frank sinatra
rather slowly or quickly
what grows
grows
warmth cascades
like a gift of gold
that gift
accompanies a price
and so it shines
blossoming
as
the warmth
of life
YOU ARE READING
i'm tired of this world, but what do i know?
Poetrypoems about my life they are happy they are sad they are loving they are hateful they are pieces of me sewn into the thoughts of you if you have any questions ask me thanks for reading ••••••• 2nd poetry book.
m y d y i n g w o r d s
my dying words
my way -frank sinatra
rather slowly or quickly
what grows
grows
warmth cascades
like a gift of gold
that gift
accompanies a price
and so it shines
blossoming
as
the warmth
of life
