clay scott

My Gift

how do u get rich off of poetry let me count the ways for true love knows no amount no way to sell out for what the soul holds to touch the world with a whisper only god knows that fades to dark only to save your heart when the world ends for me i'll still be known isn't that the greatest love shown to fill someones heart you will never know your worth is more than the falling snow already in my heart im richer than most my gift to you is my poetic bliss no war or hungry can defeat this words are a gift so sweet and true will always burn through and through