Red
My heart fizzles; like hot kettle,
glows red and burns hands
trying to nestle.
Love is hard when life is heated,
So stay clear,
that your mind won't get fogged
with this heated steam.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
