I am still feverish from the venom of your sting
The poison still runs in my veins
I’m too weak to fight it
It makes me want to lash out at you
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The poison still runs in my veins I’m too weak to fight it It makes me want to lash out at you It makes me want to hurt you as you did me the inebriate of love of snakes and its toxicity still pasess in our culture of war and fights, it really with our blood we are really like snakes, this poet makes in verses The poison still runs in my veins I’m too weak I love this writes and keep it with my lovable poem.........
Nice use of metaphors, Ghada... well worded and blunt. Good write! Brian
Nice use of metaphors, Ghada... well worded and blunt. Good write! Brian
not a bad rite if u lie snakes, and let them go curl up in their hole....
Great metaphorical write. Hits the bulls eye… wonderful