Teardrop
They escape
One by one
Gathering speed
They begin to run
The last drop falls
No more inside
One silent heave
Until I die
My heart lays broken
My heads a mess
An empty shell
Is all that's left
No more tears
No more fight
No more questions
I say goodnight
Copyright © Peyton Young | Year Posted 2013
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