Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2021
She drowned me in her sorrows,
She cried,
I too, cried,
Our noses running,
The box of tissue almost empty.
After sometime, she sat up,
Tidied herself,
Eyes tomato red,
Went to the fridge,
Munched a piece of cake and gulped down a glass of juice,
"Thanks, I feel better," she said, and left.
I was drained from her emotions ,
And really angry at her audacity,
Next time, I will only help with listening.
2910/2021
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
142
       Weeping willow, N, vb, Edmund black, Aishu and 3 others
Please log in to view and add comments on poems