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Feb 2014 · 560
Oh, these tears..
Oh, these tears..
as they burn down my cheeks.. they leave a salty essence on my lips.
Oh, these tears..
forcing themselves out of my eyes like raging fire. no one to wipe away my sorrows.
Oh, these tears..
they fall as a flood, and my voice is dry and falters. my face hot  with trembling hands, i manage to wipe away my sniffling nose.
Oh, these tears..
they remind me of my solitude with silence. yet i hear each drop on the floor make an ocean.
Oh, these tears..
they have such an effect on the piercing silence; as one soon learns how crowded an empty mind can be.
Oh, these tears..
they force the surreal truth in my head; alone with nothing.
Oh, these tears.
Feb 2014 · 643
Island.
you brought me to your island, so I burnt all my bridges. little did I know you were rowing away on your boat. now i'm stranded in your lies, with nothing but a scarred heart drowning in my own tears.

I can see you in the distance, smiling and laughing. I wonder how someone so cold can have the warmest smile, yet have a frozen conscience.

i struggle to swim away from this island of depression. Happiness just seems so close. a stones throw away. but sinking in a sea of emotions doesn't seem like such a good idea.

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