I caught you.
You have no decency to blush,
My anger leaps and in a rush
I burn you.
I loathe you.
You don’t particularly mind,
I scream. I cry. I am not kind.
I break you.
At least I try!
You stare and smirk. You wave me off,
I sputter. Roar. I scoff.
We die.
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Hi Liz,
I really enjoyed your poem. You have fit so much emotion in to such a short space. You can really feel the anger and betrayal they feel. It’s very effective!
Annie
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Thank you for reading 😉 I appreciate your praise. ♥
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