All Dried Up
Soft, rosy cheeks;
Turn moist and wet.
From all the tears that leave,
Tragic traces of hurt and regret.
But I don't contain,
Seas and oceans in me.
For the tears to be eternal,
And just keep on flooding out freely.
So when they dry up,
Doesn't mean that I stop.
Because When my tears dry up,
The blood, will surely drain and drop.
I'll cry tears,
Of pure red blood.
with every little drop,
I will drain out all the love.
Each last drop,
Of blood, I will cry.
Till all of it drains out,
Till it just stops, and I die...
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