I have cried these eyes empty,
Time and time again, I know
The hurt.
Cold caves on my face, Stone
Wells are my expression.
Wells never deep enough to trap the small girl,
But always hollow enough to have her screams remain
And echo
Throw your coins in and make a wish
Before the water washes out.
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 7:04 PM UTC
I have cried these eyes empty,
Time and time again, I know
The hurt.
Cold caves on my face, Stone
Wells are my expression.
Wells never deep enough to trap the small girl,
But always hollow enough to have her screams remain
And echo
Throw your coins in and make a wish
Before the water washes out.
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