Fiery Eyes

Disdain

By Lea Waske Published 3 years ago • 1 min read

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Your fiery eyes

Burning with scorn and disdain

Scorch my gentle soul.

sad poetry

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Lea Waske

Although no longer a Vocal + member, every now and then, I can't resist responding to a Challenge and take time out from my other writing projects just for fun.

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Heather Hubler3 years ago
Ahhh, I felt like cringing from those first two lines. Being on the receiving end of those looks is not fun. Great work!
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