by Dru Macasieb | Jul 5, 2016 | Letters to You, Personal Blog, Poetry
By Dru Macasieb Tears run down an unfamiliar face Scorching cheeks with their embrace The tears hang on to his chin But they let go and they give in, As they fall with effortless force Theses sorrow bullets explode and burst On his pillows they splatter, burn Igniting...