I am but a Grain of Sand
finely divided...

My eyes sweat with exhaustion
I'm battered and badly bruised...

I am a broken heart
My feelings got hurt...

I am but a Water Puddle
And I live on the streets...

These shoes upon my feet
Were handcrafted just for me...

Her velvet petals are stricken like decaying flesh
And that taste of demise is upon her very breathe...

Her silhouette blankets the hillside
Her long legs clean outta sight...

What is a memory
But a still picture in your mind...

A penny for your thoughts
A dime for your fantasize...

Never would a rose
Without a single thorn...

What is a poem
Other than words...

What is the difference
Between a poem and a rap...