The tears,
As they crawl over my cheeks,
As they roll over my neck,
And down into the fabric of my shirt,
Are almost comforting.
But knowing the source of them,
I wish they didn't make me,
Feel calmer,
I wish they made me feel,
Agony.
I want to laugh,
At all the funny things,
That sit on my laptop screen.
But, I can't.
The tears rolling on my face,
The tracks they left behind,
They belong to your pain,
Your unadulterated,
Suffering.
YOU ARE READING
Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
