Fallen Teardrops
The fallen teardrops beneath her
eyes show no surprise. She cries
every night to show she is worthy.
Worthy of this life, but to her it's a
crime.
Through the darkness of her skin,
there is visions replaced by her
shriveled soul. Repeatedly making
mistakes that were once untold...
The fallen teardrops are drowning
her every move, while her friends
smile, she sits still, not wanting to
be happy no more.
-Alley
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