im just a coin
of unknown value
laying on the floor
unreachable by vacuums
i wait for you
to notice my shine
to pick me up
to spend me
you dont notice
im not useful
for who needs a coin
when we have dollar bills
i just want to be spent
on groceries
or even a slot machine
but i never will be
i am just a coin
a forgotten lonely coin
my value is not enough
so ill just gather dust
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The Night Talks • Vents
PoetryDisgusting and disturbing thoughts turned into try-hard poetry.
