they are angry.
but it makes me smile,
deep inside
i know they care.
they are mad.
but it makes me relieved.
they sometimes shout,
because i always let
someone to abuse my heart.
i do not get mad,
nor maddened.
their voices
are mellifluous,
whatever tone they are.
YOU ARE READING
ninth avenue - poetry
Poetry__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __
