blood boiling,
all this wet anger,
it seems you're not afraid of losing me,
herein after,
all that bottled up anger,
cold, icy stares,
it seems you're decided to leave me be,
and not look for me anywhere.
YOU ARE READING
letters after dark | poetry book 3
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 3 ] a collection of poems and proses of thoughts that fill up the void after dark. #7 in poetry #1 in proses #56 in poem #5 poetrycollection started: june 2023 ended: ----- status: on-going
