You drip from my lashes
from my nose
and you my heart expose
dear tear
Soaked in water
I'm wet all over
and trying to recover
from you
Wet are my curls
strands of pitch night
I stand and fight
inside
Water over my face
into my eyes
silencing my cries
no one sees
My nose is red
my fingers are blue
standing in the cold rain
I think of you
JE LEEST
Disillusioned: Poetry Collection
PoesíaA smattering of my poetry, old and new. Be warned, they're dark, raw, real, emotional, spiritual, biased, prejudiced, horrid, and most of all disillusioned. Enter if you dare. Copyright © 2014 by Joy Cronjé All rights reserved. No part of this book...
