I've been told my eyes
Are scary.
I've been told that
I have a permanent glare.
A permanent scowl.
I've been told that I'm always staring
With the most
Furious expression
On my face.
Idfk.
I never really realised.
But if eyes are windows do the soul
I guess I was just unconsciously
Giving the world
The middle finger
My whole life.
YOU ARE READING
VIOLENT sweet RaiN
Poesía~violent, brutal, truthful, soft, honest, sad- this girl writes poetry like a violent gust of sweet spring rain. ~ Unrequited love, anger and sugar.
