An Explaination

Jade HoltAngry

Hot tears of wrath That leave angry tracks down my face Screaming into sob-soaked pillows Until I can no longer voice the foul words that enter my mind I am bitter Because of my woes If that makes sense in a twisted way Surely you do not think me daft For I am not My reality merely differs from yours

Jade Holt
SourceLicence:Public domain (author dedication)
Mood:
Angry
Topics:
tear, anger, pillow

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