The heat, the iron, the taste
The sound coming like a swoosh
The burbling and squirting
Coming forth too soon
The cackling and the shine
Bouncing off the smile
The gleam shining in the eyes
The crack in the glass being made
As a soft lullaby plays
Only tears now come from one
The 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...
