Why does it have to burn
Does it really have to sting
My sight is only blurs
Hot streaks is all it brings
My nose, red once again
The sound of drips, at least I'm trying
My broken heart, I'll need to mend
After the hours I'll spend crying
YOU ARE READING
My Heart And Soul For You
PoetryThese are my midnight musings, my afternoon antics, and my sunrise shenanigans #34 poetry ~April 12th 2022 #1 personification ~April 12th 2022 #1 in figurative language ~February 16th 2021
