a funny little woman
handed me my hot chocolate
at first it warmed my hands
but then it stung them harshly,
too hot in its flimsy paper cup
she warned me that
i could burn my tongue
i took a sip anyway
and it stung my mouth as well
YOU ARE READING
i wouldn't call it poetry
Poésiebasically, this is like less than half of my poetry journal. umm... here you go UPDATE: 12/20/17 I've been going through the long process of cleaning up my account so it'll be presentable for the now multiple people at school who want to read my emb...
