Posted November 9, 201411 yr 2nd Poem. Hot. Humid. Are we in an oven? Hanging greens. The madness. My sight deceives me. So hot. And Humid. My heart cries for your tears. Bring your clouds. Shed your tears. It's too hot. And humid. Edited November 9, 201411 yr by RikuFangirl2008
2nd Poem.
Hot.
Humid.
Are we in an oven?
Hanging greens.
The madness.
My sight deceives me.
So hot.
And Humid.
My heart cries for your tears.
Bring your clouds.
Shed your tears.
It's too hot.
And humid.
Edited by RikuFangirl2008