A steady downpour will hide the tears that never shed
The winding road has many that cross it
My eyes part the streams like stones
Waiting to be eroded away
There’s more of a forest fire in a teardrop
Than the depths of my eyes have ever sparked.
Only gray skies and used lips left
For those few who ever venture here.
Overcast pale skin and used up lips
Tarnish further when hope lights its fire
Someone dig it from my chest to bring color to my skin
Until the forest fires fail to pass on as I do.
May 31, 2021
May 31, 2021 at 8:28 PM UTC
A steady downpour will hide the tears that never shed
The winding road has many that cross it
My eyes part the streams like stones
Waiting to be eroded away
There’s more of a forest fire in a teardrop
Than the depths of my eyes have ever sparked.
Only gray skies and used lips left
For those few who ever venture here.
Overcast pale skin and used up lips
Tarnish further when hope lights its fire
Someone dig it from my chest to bring color to my skin
Until the forest fires fail to pass on as I do.
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