With every single, came many more
Since that line I sketched faded,
with every tear drop my eyes wore!
They would bring the calm
They would bring me the peace I thought
but the diminishing line could give me nothing
Only pain and more agitation it bought
Just as my paint vanished
So did the tears
Drought is what I awaited
For me, that only, was what my fate hath!
Just then,
Did my heart skip a beat and asked
What new puddle did they all form?
Trickling down the same path!
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC
With every single, came many more
Since that line I sketched faded,
with every tear drop my eyes wore!
They would bring the calm
They would bring me the peace I thought
but the diminishing line could give me nothing
Only pain and more agitation it bought
Just as my paint vanished
So did the tears
Drought is what I awaited
For me, that only, was what my fate hath!
Just then,
Did my heart skip a beat and asked
What new puddle did they all form?
Trickling down the same path!
A story is just a lie to set the truth free.
