teardrops
heart drops
feelings won't stop
dripping by with ticks of the clock
the fears
nothing hears
wish it was more clear
ugly crying makes my sight blear
i seize
the breeze
blow life my way please
gripping breaths to put me at ease
we hate
the wait
could i change my fate
they think it might be too late
the burn
i learn
loving is an area of concern
too hot to touch, in time i still can't discern
hot and cold
day then night
soaking me to the bone
and the next moment dry
i think about all these things
letting the day pass me by
Feb 16, 2022
Feb 16, 2022 at 3:20 PM UTC
teardrops
heart drops
feelings won't stop
dripping by with ticks of the clock
the fears
nothing hears
wish it was more clear
ugly crying makes my sight blear
i seize
the breeze
blow life my way please
gripping breaths to put me at ease
we hate
the wait
could i change my fate
they think it might be too late
the burn
i learn
loving is an area of concern
too hot to touch, in time i still can't discern
hot and cold
day then night
soaking me to the bone
and the next moment dry
i think about all these things
letting the day pass me by
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