Sunburned Cheeks
Dried up Tears
Eyes rubbed raw
And another fight
Done and gone
Another occurance
Another time
It happened so fast
As one passed out
Anger and Hostility
Burning in her mind
And the other
Feeling the last trails
Of tears drift away
In the wind
With more poetic words
Describing a fight
Which subsided
Only due to the slumber
Which caught the two
leaving them in
An angelic State of Irony.
Author notes
me and my mom got in a fight...
Written June 4th, 2006
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