YOUR STING
When you flew by,
You looked so innocent
Voice sounded so harmless
I never thought, or even imagined
That this was the kind of sting,
You'd leave
Staring at you,
My guard was let down
And then you struck
And left your sting
Now, the red spots
Are all I have left
To remember you by.
For after you struck,
Away you flew.
But I'd never forget
Nor let my guard down again
For now I know,
I know your kind...
Oh, thou mosquito
Inspired by: A mosquito bite
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I'm so sleepy. And have no idea what I'm doing now 😂😂
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ECHOES OF THE HEART
PoetryIt's something we all wish for sometimes. When no one else seems to notice, or care... When we just wish that thought, that pain, could be echoed. Amazing Cover by: @YaGirlAbbieee
