Stains
Burning sunsets sting the eye
Lip gloss and nail polish run dry
Shoes are dirty after the day
The last day of school was the best part of May
Mummies are remembered for their tomb
Toys scatter the floor of the room
Not everything then left a stain
Only some things remain
👁 3💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.