Tears

Trickle down my face 
Like Sundays I wish to forget 

Violate me with your words 
You get the stones 
I’ll get my sticks 

Take away my brittled beauty 
Uncover me abandoned inside 

Face me till the days are dark 

Leave me 
Make your mark 

Questions reappear from my childhood 

Toys disappear 
I wish that I could 

Souls realign to be dismantled 
Following the lights 
I find only shadows 

It’s getting old 
I’m getting tired

Weary hopes to those who aspire 

Walk me down your favorite isle 
Lovely thorns sworn in denial

What’s 24 hours when I got 25
Only more seconds I shed inside

Trickle down my face like Sunday morning 

I’d hide away 
but no ones watching

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