little pleasures
#WritcoPoemPrompt9
A stolen morsel more precious than gold,
A stolen shirt to keep out the cold,
There is no price to hunger,
There is no price to shelter,
often precious things exixts in little things.
like your sudden shyful smile
the day I propose,
your tearfilled eyes when I tie...
A stolen morsel more precious than gold,
A stolen shirt to keep out the cold,
There is no price to hunger,
There is no price to shelter,
often precious things exixts in little things.
like your sudden shyful smile
the day I propose,
your tearfilled eyes when I tie...