Poetry · Writing


Cheeks bronze like a penny. Flushed through chills and foundation. The cold air chases away the pain.

Lucky like a nickel. Nobody can make me feel the way you do. Must be the luckiest one on earth.

The air is thin like a dime. Slicing through creases bringing the chill with her. Chasing slowly away.

Hard to miss like a quarter. Needed and unable to avoid. One day you’ll be spent and gone far away.

Runs the worlds like a dollar. The rotation stills when your gone. Than spins out of control when you return.


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