The heat, the iron, the taste
The sound coming like a swooshThe burbling and squirting
Coming forth too soonThe cackling and the shine
Bouncing off the smile
The gleam shining in the eyesThe crack in the glass being made
As a soft lullaby plays
Only tears now come from oneThe tears of the blade
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Inner Workings of My Mind
PoetryA bunch of different poems and thought processes I've had and finally have the guts to share. I hope you guys like them. *NOT MY PICTURE.* credit goes to who ever made the awesome picture that I'm using for the cover. I personally found it on Pinter...