The teardrops on these windows
of my soul, blur the view
of the pristine tomorrow.
My lungs choked with anxiety,
as the lasses tread gaily across fields
and soak the sun.
These tears block the sunrays,
binding me to the darkness
as I smash those windows.
The tears laugh as it tries to pin
me down in the gutters of despair,
as I beseech the sun to dry these drops away.
Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 2:25 PM UTC
The teardrops on these windows
of my soul, blur the view
of the pristine tomorrow.
My lungs choked with anxiety,
as the lasses tread gaily across fields
and soak the sun.
These tears block the sunrays,
binding me to the darkness
as I smash those windows.
The tears laugh as it tries to pin
me down in the gutters of despair,
as I beseech the sun to dry these drops away.
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