Water trickles down
The surface of my skin,
The bitter taste of salt
Ever present like a sin.
The water never dries-
It always sticks to me,
Driving me insane
And forcing from me pleas.
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Emanations Of The Heart
PoesíaΞ if actions speak louder than words why is the pen mightier than the sword Ξ
Ξ salt water taffy Ξ
Water trickles down
The surface of my skin,
The bitter taste of salt
Ever present like a sin.
The water never dries-
It always sticks to me,
Driving me insane
And forcing from me pleas.
