My eyes are itching,
"NO!" I utter to myself.
I always end up crying.
The first tear tickles, it sends
vibrations down my spine.
These keep on rolling,they leave me.
These precious tears of mine.
I value my tears.
For they are mine and mine alone.
Only you can make me cry
and soften up this heart of stone.
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 10:03 AM UTC
My eyes are itching,
"NO!" I utter to myself.
I always end up crying.
The first tear tickles, it sends
vibrations down my spine.
These keep on rolling,they leave me.
These precious tears of mine.
I value my tears.
For they are mine and mine alone.
Only you can make me cry
and soften up this heart of stone.
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