My eyes withhold
An icy, broken hell,
So I understand why my tears
Run away,
Darting down my cheeks at a frantic pace.
I only wish I could join them,
And escape myself.
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Words are Knives
Poesiperhaps night is dark to provide us less distraction from our nightmares. Ranking: #267 in Poetry #144 in Poetry
Tears
My eyes withhold
An icy, broken hell,
So I understand why my tears
Run away,
Darting down my cheeks at a frantic pace.
I only wish I could join them,
And escape myself.
