fall endlessly like raindrops to the ocean;
Like little soldiers, one after the other,
They fall just as the enemy targets them.
Why am I here?
Why do I tell you this?
Why do these fall in my face when my insides feel nothing?
Then again, what is a smile with happiness in it?
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 12:31 PM UTC
