summer skies in January
cherry tasting lips
blood and berries
painting the skies with
the brush of the eyes
chilly morning beaches
cold as the ice in his lies
razor sharp warnings in eyes that are met
heart killing tears with a side of regret
fabricated; taken, the lies he partakes in
summer skies in January?
no my friend,
you're just mistaken.
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The Best of Billy: a compilation.
कविताHighest rank of #3 in poetry. A collection of my best poems picked from my poetry albums 1-6. © 2019 Billy Waugh
