• erinhawkepoetry 5w

    Jealousy is unfamiliar to me
    Strange and foreign as tongues
    It's teeth have struck
    The fleshy underbelly
    Of my heart and soul and slumber
    What good is wisdom if beauty prevails
    What use am I, simple wind in sails
    A grain of salt, 'gainst sugar sweet
    Let love twice fail and heaven wreak
    Riddle this query just once more
    Why are old pennies
    Not picked from the floor
    ©erinhawkepoetry