Tempests In My Teardrops

by Will Read - Gemini

There are tempests in my teardrops, 
whirlpools in the waves.
Burning hard as iron.
Running un-enslaved.

Scalding me like acid,
as they rip away my skin.
Opening the flesh of anger
bristling within.
 

Reason for writing:

    Hot Tears. How weird!!    

Birth sign: Gemini
Date created: 2006-10-23 14:48:00
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:47:04
Poem ID: 71512

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