your tears fall free
and mingle with mine
creating a stream of sorrow,
flooding the world around us
i sink beneath the waters
and our tears fill my lungs
all i can breathe is the sadness
brought forth by my own hand
but grief is not forever
and one day these tears will evaporate,
leaving condensation on my window
and eventually become a cool spring rain
This was for a challenge I did! I was given a line and I had to write a poem around it.
”but rather evaporation, condensation, and then the rain once more.”
-Shinji Moon | The Anatomy Of Being