She cries her velvet tears.
Not blood, but for those
who have gone.
She sheds these tears
for her loved ones.
For her friends.
For her family.
For the lost ones.
She sheds these tears
for all those who
aren't allowed to.
Those who can't be weak.
She sheds the tears
for the one she loved,
and lost.
This girl isn't me.
It may be you.
You could be the girl
with the
velvet tears.
YOU ARE READING
The Girl Behind the Mask
RandomThis is my first book. All of these poems are real to me. Please comment if you like it, but no hate please. Enjoy!!!