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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