Tears of joy,
Seep through my clothes.
As the one free coy,
Is the one that knows.
He sinks his teeth,
Into my veins.
And from beneath,
His claws can claim.
All you have,
And all you need.
A shivering tone,
Is left to bleed.
YOU ARE READING
Being Creative
PoetryThese are all the poems that I have written in the poetry games in the Clubs section of Wattpad.
