the words inside of me
never stop boiling;
the heat beneath them fueled
by years of clenched fists
and angry pulses of the heart,
but when my mouth opens
to let the simmering words
stream out,
wanting to burn my tongue
and scald your ears,
all that flows out is steam
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poems for you. always for you. ✓
Poetrypoems for you. poems for the ex best friends and the lost 'forevers'. poems for the memories that burn and fade before burning again. poems for the emptiness that is heavy and hollow in hearts. poems for the fleeting, fiery moments of happiness that...
