Greed
Digging in the sand for treasures untold
As riptide change waves crash to the shore.
Peeling green paper leaves from Vines,
When every kiss begins with Kay's
How easily love is thrown away
Taking stolen kisses to tell time on your Rolex
Wanting more and more, never satisfied
Why don't we see that More is all around
👁 4💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.