I'm drunk on tears,
Feint, by my fears
~.•.~
But what is
This exasperation?
This kiss,
Of cruel vexation.
My chest pounds heavily
Of a feeling of emptiness,
As if it'd been teared away.
Can you feel it?
I'm drunk on tears,
Fooled, by my fears.
~.•.~
If you have any thoughts, leave them in the comments, I'd love to hear them!
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Untold Whispers
PoetryYour time's running, what will you say? What will remain untold? HR #64 in Poetry
