Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
he walked into the room with his head held highly, he figured he could gloat and charm his way into every single room, but for me he was already like a single drop of rain after 43 days of heat, he was quench and I was thirst.
0
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC
The quencher
he walked into the room with his head held highly, he figured he could gloat and charm his way into every single room, but for me he was already like a single drop of rain after 43 days of heat, he was quench and I was thirst.
julianatach
Written by
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem