WIND
My face feels
as though
the skin
is FRYING
No amout of
creams or
magic potions
will prevent
this burn
What did I do
to deserve
this...
this wind...
Never ending...
Constant...
Searing my
heart and soul
Every TIME
I dare ...
Step out of the
box...
Rage against the
NORM
Seek to make
Things
What I need
THEM
TO
BE
Oh...the burn
I cannot
stand
it any longer
Why do the
winds of
HELL
show upon my
SKIN
Why does my
face betray
ME
Giving up the
tell tale
Signs
Of
LOVE
© 2013 Annie Original Poetry
My face feels
as though
the skin
is FRYING
No amout of
creams or
magic potions
will prevent
this burn
What did I do
to deserve
this...
this wind...
Never ending...
Constant...
Searing my
heart and soul
Every TIME
I dare ...
Step out of the
box...
Rage against the
NORM
Seek to make
Things
What I need
THEM
TO
BE
Oh...the burn
I cannot
stand
it any longer
Why do the
winds of
HELL
show upon my
SKIN
Why does my
face betray
ME
Giving up the
tell tale
Signs
Of
LOVE
© 2013 Annie Original Poetry
Always, I wish you peace, joy and happines, but most of all I wish you LOVE.
As Ever, Annie
As Ever, Annie
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