Gritted teeth
Striking brows
Beaming eyes
Sanguine cheeks.
For thy hand you've placed
Into the stonewall
To where you've left a single trace
Emanating a ferocious call.
A grip of your fist itself
A single stare perforated to you
Quick! Look back!
For them know what should do!
Sanguinary, I must say
You've left them with no other choice
If there's just only a mile radius for them to audit you—
They'll sure be a scratch etched into them.
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Telling My Own Thoughts; Short Poems ✔️
PoetryBook 2 of the "Short Poems" series. - - - "Applaud like there's no tomorrow; live like there's no such thing as sorrow." - - - (NOTE: THE TITLES OF THE POEMS WERE ALL GOT INTENTIONALLY CAPITALIZED ON THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD FOR AESTHETIC PURPO...
