Tears,
Words,
Stories,
Memories;
Sometimes--
They run from my eyes,
And down my cheeks,
And off my chin,
And fall on their face.
On the cold
Cement.
Their story Over,
But not Forgotten.
They tell tales
A Broken
Can't speak.
Stories no one should recount.
More powerful than laughter;
Stronger than steel.
Not everything is ever as it seems.
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
Tears,
Words,
Stories,
Memories;
Sometimes--
They run from my eyes,
And down my cheeks,
And off my chin,
And fall on their face.
On the cold
Cement.
Their story Over,
But not Forgotten.
They tell tales
A Broken
Can't speak.
Stories no one should recount.
More powerful than laughter;
Stronger than steel.
Not everything is ever as it seems.
