The Pain That Follows

Tear drops that flow like rivers, rivers of tears. Nowhere to escape it, this pain that's hard to bear. Seconds, minutes, hours that passes throughout the years. The pain that follows, the pain that's hard to bear. No way can I live without feelings, the heart will not live to tell a story of a beautiful ending. This physical touch is no dream, These emotions that touches me runs deep, but it's nothing like the pain that follows me. This existence of pain that lives within the world has no face, no face to the presence of pain, just the feeling it rubs off at the end. Their ways may change, life continues to blow in the wind. The exist of pain will always remain. The rain drops, the rain drops that falls doesn't wash it away.