Toad Of My Pocket Poem by Kelly Zion

Toad Of My Pocket



You ask the truth, 'And how are you? '
you feel my heart, why need you ask?
I tell you what
you tell me nothing
why the silence, my dark friend?

In my pocket, my prince charming
you've never said a word
How are you feeling?
Are you breathing?
Why do you come with me everywhere?

If I mean nothing
then just a pocket
to keep you warm in the dark.

My dark friend, why won't you answer.
are you broken, are you dead?


Have I hurt you, my tiny heart,
Toad of my Pocket?

Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Aftab Alam Khursheed 17 September 2014

Toad on my head Philip larking's poem about the work load and here Have I hurt you, my tiny heart, Toad of my Pocket? money is such a lovely thing

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Gajanan Mishra 17 September 2014

good writing, I like it, thanks.

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