Liquid Lenses
Tears drawn from a memory well
oft overwhelm a broken heart;
recalling love's magical spell.
Tears drawn from a memory well
imbue tomorrow, where hopes dwell,
with the sadness such tears impart.
Tears drawn from a memory well,
oft overwhelm a broken heart.
With the sadness such tears impart,
trickling drops betray how you feel;
as dying dreams get torn apart.
With the sadness such tears impart,
you don't even know where to start;
liquid lenses blur what's real.
With the sadness such tears impart,
trickling drops betray how you feel.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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