Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2015
tears.
they have
so many
shapes.

before they go through my eyes,
finally destroying me,
they will go through all my body.
and I will feel it.

a knife in my heart.
a cycle that never ends in my head.
a heavy heavy weight
all over my body.

all those different shapes.

beautifully,
it divides me
into little pieces
that are too confused
to get up
together once again.

– only tomorrow, please.
tonight they close their eyes
and die for a little while.
Matheus Santacroce Martins
Written by
Matheus Santacroce Martins  São Paulo, Brazil
(São Paulo, Brazil)   
357
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems