My tears come easily,
like they’ve been waiting for any reason
to leave me.
A hard truth
a raised voice
a moment too heavy
and they slip down,
warm and shining,
as if sorrow itself
wants to be seen.
I hide my face,
but they cling to my lashes,
soft and trembling,
making me look fragile
in a way I never asked for.
Dec 9, 2025
Dec 9, 2025 at 10:15 AM UTC
My tears come easily,
like they’ve been waiting for any reason
to leave me.
A hard truth
a raised voice
a moment too heavy
and they slip down,
warm and shining,
as if sorrow itself
wants to be seen.
I hide my face,
but they cling to my lashes,
soft and trembling,
making me look fragile
in a way I never asked for.
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