Anger as a flash,
Anger as a blank,
Just don't thank our bank.
Running and hiding,
Running and hiding,
Tap tap tap,
We go.
Tap tap tap,
Run and hide,
For if you don't,
I won't provide.
Hide our side,
Guide our pride,
From a friend,
We won't pretend,
Our anger is a flash,
Our anger is a blank.
YOU ARE READING
My Poem Stash
PoesieWhen Him comes home after his nightly fly I find it quite enjoyable to grab my note book that passed down from mother to father to now me, the one who has taken liberty in filling the pages with words only to share to myself and on rare occasions, o...
