The personal hygiene of ours
Where we show our true colors
The shades of primary we set
Our border of intermediate ones
To tertiary levels of our range
Is where we set our scene
Bathroom as our private room
The toilet where we think
The faucet where we flow
Our minds that speaks its
Own heart that shouts out
And the minor of our vanity
The tissue where we cover
Of our masks that we keep
Of our personal datas
Our secrets we treasure
Once broken swiftly sneakily
All our thinly temporary
Lies on our tissues that
Gets easily burnt, wet
Dirt, stained, wrapped
Wretched and easily torn
But, there's cons and pros
For it isn't always like that
I feel the boiling hot pot
Coming out my vocal cords
The vibration of the scripted
Words that is ready to attack
God I swear I wish never
Never ever did want to spill
By why, why do I always spill?
Why do I overflow my scream?
Why do I say too much?
Why oh why oh sweet?
Why do I cry out words?
Enchant of heals and cures!
Guess I better wash this
To subjugate a performed kiss
I filled the bathtub with bubbles
I set aside everything in troubles
I step my foot out and it's cold
The coldness in my throat so old
I just remembered something
I forgot to close the faucet
I left things on the water
They're different each character
I feel sorry for exposing myself
For letting out my inner self
And so, this I end my story
With full of soaps and storage
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life poems
Poetrymy life experiences of my tale lies here i scream all my endurance of struggles, challenges, trials and overcomes i passed through.. listen to some of life tales of experiences and i hope you'll feel related to my feelings. • The poems might be eith...
