Malissa
The paper green that I love so much
Disappears from a single touch
It can’t grow like fruits or flowers
But its like a chest filled with gold
I love it like a husband loves his wife
I’m a slave to it
Held in shackles by it
I want more of that paper green
But I can’t have it
I could never have it
Its not mine for the taking
Instead its something I give
And something that’s taken away
How could it possibly be mine
I can’t save it
For it will slip through my grasp
Yet i’m still a slave to it
I’m the cash cow of it
When will my efforts
Come to fruition
Or am I to repeat
The life and mistakes
Of the one who bore me
Is this a curse
An unbreakable curse
From the universe
Or something i’ve manifested
On myself
Still trying to grasp the untouchable
That paper green that isn’t mine alone
Will I die chasing it all my life?
Money makes the world go round
Right?
So when will my world move again
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Book of Poems
PoetryThis consists of poems I've created. I'm not an expert in writing poetry, but I wanted to try. Some of these poems are personal to how I was feeling at the time, but I decided to share them anyways. Feedback is more than welcome any critiques and th...
