Swollen lips ,
Wandering eyes,
Blood red tracks on his collar,
Way too close for opposites.
Heated talk,
Blantant stares,
Top toeing around one unaware.
Is it wrong?
Is it right?
Does the answer matter after midnight?
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A Poem A Day Keeps the Brain On Vacay
PoetryThis is a collection of poems.Any and pretty much every genre.I will try to write poems everyday or a bunch in one ,but it may not always happen! Hope you enjoy! :)
