Dry My Eyes

You left a bit of spit on my face

Rub it off 

Or soak it in
Dry my eyes

With a whisper of sin

Sweet nothings lied

Your true love…

She’s beneath your skin
Reflection and liquid courage

You dare not be brave

Letting go- you won’t let go

Can’t handle yourself

Things you’d never say
Poem by Keota Picou

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