Whenever you yelled at me
I wasn't afraid of you.
I was afraid of your eyes
because your eyes are what held the fire.
your heart is what held the cold.
and your hands are what held me,
when I was only 5 years old.
Now, whenever you yell at me
I feel your pain.
cause your voice is what holds the thunder
on those rainy days.
~k.w.a.v
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PoetryI write poems/poetry and just some thoughts that I have. I hope you enjoy them or feel emotions though them. .. My emotions are always all over the place. So you might read some poems that are really happy but then right after you might read one t...
