i am the pile of dishes that keep piling up,
a stack people are discouraged to clean by the mere glance of;
i am the smile that fades soon after
a passing acquaintance greets cheerily;
i am the tears that refuse to be shed,
the salty droplets indicating weakness;
i am the small wound,
too thin to cause scars but still enough to bleed;
i am the song to listen to,
when feeling sad and alone:
not a remedy, only an aid
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 10:32 AM UTC
i am the pile of dishes that keep piling up,
a stack people are discouraged to clean by the mere glance of;
i am the smile that fades soon after
a passing acquaintance greets cheerily;
i am the tears that refuse to be shed,
the salty droplets indicating weakness;
i am the small wound,
too thin to cause scars but still enough to bleed;
i am the song to listen to,
when feeling sad and alone:
not a remedy, only an aid