As tears drop from my red raw eyes I begin to let it take me. The salty water drop makes its one and only journey from check to lip to chin. Its fluidity and grace makes it appear almost beautiful. A beauty that lies only within tears brought upon by utter depression. One moment it was clear and I could see what I really wanted, the next my eyes clouded with liquid that showed to the outside world my insides. Washing away my fears I let them fall. But inside it all remains the same. Inside I remain as I was. The back of my throat hard with emotion. Inside a black hole reins supreme, my smile its only mask, its only hide away. The tear a glass heart dripping from its very soul.
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