Their eyes shoot glances at her like daggers,
As sharp as a stab in the back,
But she remains untainted,
They never breach the surface.
The words they speak are ice cold,
She takes a deep breath,
And exhales warm and friendly comments,
Melting away their wintry egos.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
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Pawsitive Poetry
الشعرThis poetry thing is mighty hard, but I'll give it a go. Featuring my photography ;P (still need to take photos for most recent chapters) Highest rank // # 378 in Poetry, 4/18/17 First rank? // # 911 in Poetry, 3/24/17
