the tear falls
down her cheek
caressing her soft skin
leaving a path made by itself behind
until it reaches the end of her face
and drops to the ground
where it dries
and is left forgotten
sometimes she wonders
does people do that too
do they brush past a persons life
and get forgotten when they fall
she wonders
is that what happened to her
was she forgotten when she fell
YOU ARE READING
when the night sets
Poetrywelcome to my collection of late night thoughts and feelings when the night sets this one is dedicated to @UncleJin for the amazingness that is herself but also for the gorgeous cover
