The brining desire
The hot bursting fire
And jet he is a lier
He broke my heart
From the very start
I fell apart
From the ages I am rising
Much to my own surprising
This is poem 32 in my poetrymarathon this weekend :) do you think I could sell my poetry on these artwebsites too?
I think you should create some visual poetry, one of the kind, to be allowed to sell it as artwork ;)