stinging
in the whites of my
short-sighted eyes.
snot
clogging up
my nostrils
and making me sneeze.
I want to rub my eyes
but then my eyeliner will get smeared
so I put up with the hay fever
and drink my coffee.
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poems of june
Poetry•Welcome, June. But first, coffee.• The poems will vary from "Tumblr poetry" to free verse to rhymed to anything that I think of at the moment. Happy June! (All of these poems are first drafts, but votes and constructive criticism are ALWAYS appreci...
