Luxuriant eyes on a head made of gold.
Your way of life will always be silver fed...
Simple to say when your so easily read.
You look down upon us with a smile of jewels
And you think to yourself I could use some new tools.
Your essence so clear; I can see that you hurt.
You have a face that shines dull
And your shadow just lurks.
Can you buy the feelings that you've driven away?
How about a soul that's any color but grey?
All this you ask until you start looking astray.
So you go home to your diamonds and your mountains of candy.
Maybe some love would be a little more handy.
But what do I know, I have a house made of sand
Life will never go wrong because its not part of your plan.....
'a house made of sand'... very meaningful phrase, apt in the context of the poem...good write frank and expressive, Drake 10
this is really good, one of your best, if not your best! I love it! *Purkey Girl*
You were right quite a difference. Still just as good as the others
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
some valuable life lessons you have here...great penning!