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There will be tears, he sang Water disguised blood flooding at the brim of an eye Gathering pain and hurt Inconsistent feelings of nothing-happy Rivers, streams, lakes, Waterfalls gushing down Racing drops dripping down heated cheeks Then broken with shallow coldness Aches reaching in between cracked skin Dead rose petals Falling away from thorn burst stems Crisp at the tips, Light in weight until gathered heavily at the palm of a weak hand Stained with the mark of blood lines at a wrist Deranged and shaking while hopelessly gazing at the happiness laid in a deathbed before you Sinking teardrops moistening jean pockets Drip, drip Another drop Falling off a water bruised face
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May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 5:22 AM UTC
There Will Be Tears
There will be tears, he sang Water disguised blood flooding at the brim of an eye Gathering pain and hurt Inconsistent feelings of nothing-happy Rivers, streams, lakes, Waterfalls gushing down Racing drops dripping down heated cheeks Then broken with shallow coldness Aches reaching in between cracked skin Dead rose petals Falling away from thorn burst stems Crisp at the tips, Light in weight until gathered heavily at the palm of a weak hand Stained with the mark of blood lines at a wrist Deranged and shaking while hopelessly gazing at the happiness laid in a deathbed before you Sinking teardrops moistening jean pockets Drip, drip Another drop Falling off a water bruised face
#tears#pain#hurt#sadness#deadroses#cry#crying#blood#feelings#water
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poeticpresident
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May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 5:22 AM UTC
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