Empty Socks

Wed, 12/18/2013 - 13:01 -- samiam7

My soul is like an empty sock

Cold and pleading for a foot.

But my soul is allergic to feet

So it weeps at night for the homeless grass.


I also like to watch the moon smile at the stars.

Guide that inspired this poem: 



You are a gift from God. I want to kiss your pillow

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