'Any Thing' that cost you nothing;
Where paused each try, all pass me bye.
Through my window -pane left hope and faith,
it stops against each face I see, to watch me.
My blue tipped fingers dropp my dear's, from me
and cold.
Each petal leaves I hope it knows each Rose
and Lilly paused because, they do such things.
It cost you nothing,
it cost me too, you still look through, can I.
One beggered soul knows nothing,
and every thing you do.
It cost you nothing.
My heart is nothing, but an empty shell of you.
It costs you nothing.
s.t.
...where paused each try, all pass me by anything that cost you nothing........10+nice
I like the..slightly slanted...endearing phrasing in this. Put in my faves. Nice write! =)
There are a good many real miseries in life that we cannot help smiling at, but they are the smiles that make wrinkles and not dimples.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
-claps- better than the last one i read (no sarcasm whats so ever) why did you use 'dropp' with the extra 'p' i liked it fun to read.