The december

Here's a very short poem which I wrote, I hope you had a great time lurking through.

White flakes, Crystals burn

The December that I had rued, adjourn

Year felt golden bright

A tinch of bitterness in every bite.

all the sins I have committed so far

burrowed by deeply rooted scars

I promised I’d stick around

his brows unapologetically frowned

unamused lips, sore throat 

stings of perfectly human I wrote.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"stings of perfectly human I wrote"
is a very interesting line...Unamused lips...
we can tell in poetry, but the deep rooted scars need to be shown...
You show with your imagery and your metaphor that follows through.
j.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I really enjoyed reading your poem and wished it had been just a little bit longer. I felt there was something more that may have been left unsaid. Over all it was a real good piece of poetry. Thank you for sharing your work with us.

[ananyeah]

Thankyou so much:)