Tears are sharp, they stab your eye. They're the spears made from your cries.
And when theres too much, They blur your vision but not til you are blind
(i think thats pretty good, also not taking any type of criticism on this chapter maybe the next one)
YOU ARE READING
my poor attempts of poems
Poetry(my poor attempts of poems) poems that don't rhyme but its alright im still trying its just something i wanna do for fun are these poems or called something else? ill rename it if its not poems
