I am crying
I am crying
The tears on my pillow
My cheeks are soaked
My mind is confused
What did I do?
My face is wet
Tears are rushing down faster
My pillow is drenched
My cheeks are red
Why is he like this?
I am crying
My sniffles are quiet
My head is pounding
The tears are drying up
Why am I dealing with this?
I wiped my own tears
Turned my pillow over
I am not crying
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esmi_flores
Poetry is the description of life, but replaced with dramatic and different phrases. Describing and a life lesson, to make the audience feel, and think about the poem. Love poetry, love writing love-sad poems, but lead to extreme danger. Happy with life, and happy with my writing. 3 years of writing poetry, and more years to come.
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