Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2015
My pillow is soaked in salt each night.
But when the sun is out, I;
throw up my laughter;
cut open my smile;
erase the red in my eyes.

At night, my pillow is soaked with salt.
I charge my happiness with sorrow.
OA Agusto
Written by
OA Agusto  Lagos, Nigeria
(Lagos, Nigeria)   
279
   ---, Aisha Ella and Rachel Cloud
Please log in to view and add comments on poems