I was thinking how I tried my best,
Yet flopped my math test.
I was lying on my bed,
With tears I couldn't shed.
I could only dread, suffocate.
Then I thought about my mate.
Such golden brown skin.
His jawline, his chin.
Nice to his kith and kin,
And the fact I'm his favorite sin.
Looking at him, I'm in peace.
It makes me feel alive, sets me free.
And its soothing to me.
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Sunshine Be Mine | Poetry
PoetryUnsaid things are best spoken through poetry. Poems are the best whisperers of secrets. Feelings and emotions are sometimes better expressed through different forms of literature than through speech. So, these poems for a warm soul, are written in...
