The tears fall down
They burn against my skin
They are the opposite of a golden crown
The tears race down my face
They leave burning lines
They are in an endless chase
The tears suddenly stop
They end their path of fire
They are simply another prop
XoXo
VOUS LISEZ
A little book of poetry
PoésieWhere do you go when you need an escape? Well, I escape to my poems and I hope you can relate. I hope they make you think and inspire you.
