Teardrops fresh like rain


Teardrops fall like rainy days, clouds forgetting the names they used to hide.

Dropping the letters in eyes that were never supposed to see.

Breaking the hands that  are still holding on.


She’s to be found in her crumbled, little, little world.  

Hair soaking with glistening lies.

Trying to shudder them off, crawling of fingers tearing down the walls.


Breezes and whispers tangled up inside of her head.

The sound of a touch fading from her senses.

All becomes the sadness she’s been trying to withdraw.


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