The Tears That Pool In the Dark Corners of Bright Rooms
These tears that pool
In the dark corners of bright rooms
Monsoons couldnt wash them away
These are the ones that define us
The ones that sit in the recesses of our minds
Rusting away at what we think is our core
Provoking the winds that blow closed our shutters and open our doors
These winds that blow fierce
Through your forest and across your bay
You can't catch them in your sails
They are not meant to move you
But to ruffle your feathers
And bring waves to your seas
To shake everything that you thought was serene
And to bring on the tears that pool
In the dark corners of bright rooms
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