A
salted
teardrop
splashes as
it falls onto the
ground and earth
drinks in the puddle
pooled on the ground
-and inside of me ~on
the outside too, my
body fills me up
with longing
for you
so call me a weeping woman if you see me
sitting alone beneath a giggling willow tree.
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 5:36 PM UTC
A
salted
teardrop
splashes as
it falls onto the
ground and earth
drinks in the puddle
pooled on the ground
-and inside of me ~on
the outside too, my
body fills me up
with longing
for you
so call me a weeping woman if you see me
sitting alone beneath a giggling willow tree.
...lonely girls cry
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