Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2021
On my knees with big round eyes
I ask for a cup of water and sun in the sky
With a soft pat and a disgruntled okay
Iā€™m given a drop and a ray

On the tip of my finger with venomous words
I scream for a flood and life supply of burns
With a silent turn and a slamming door
Iā€™m not given a storm or a war
But now our hurt has an even score
Written by
Katie  21/F
(21/F)   
  114
       Tori Danielik, S-zaynab-kamoonpury and Katie
Please log in to view and add comments on poems