by Italian Stallion Jul 7, 2009
category :
Life, society /
meaning of life
Disguised, I hide deep inside my tough crunchy skin. Silverized rings embrace my body, telling a story for all to see. |
Well, Perhaps I am just weird. I really thought you were talking about an onion. Everything was there and I guess I just took it for face value. Very nice poem and people are a lot like onions, with every layer we peel and get deeper into the core we find out the purity of it. |
by Lady Nik
Eat me raw, or eat me cooked, either way I'm bitter-sweet. I'll make you cry, I'll make you smile, |
'Disguised, I hide myself deep inside my tough crunchy skin.' |