out here the wind it is cold
i have just sold
the last of my belongings
no home is calling
no family crying
all the hurt I'm causing
is causing me to fall
so i head to the mall
hopefully to stay a night
if not ill put up a fight
have 50 dollars in cash
going to stash
it in my jacket
they kick me out
i didn't even make a sound
i guess I'm heading for town
if only it could be found
wow thats kinda sad... but i still liked it... great write :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
emotional write....careful of inner feelings..they can play with your true feelings ~^..^