the ripples of my tears
wash away the pain,
and melt away at my stoned heart,
revealing the pure gold casing,
that was once rusted and covered,
the tears extinguish the blazing fire of hatred,
that's been boiling the water of my lil old teapot,
you see, my teapot's been on the stove for far too long
and the water has since been about to boil over.
these tears are from me,
giving up on my crumbling wall that barely been guarding me,
at last, my tears can be held no more,
and at last, they fall,
for years they've been pushing to be free.
i've been holding my breath in fear that if i let go,
everything will come out
but as these tears fall,
the wall crumbles,
the fire dies,
the teapot stops hissing,
i can finally say the breath has been let go.
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Late Night Thoughts
PoetryA book filled with poems. These poems are dedicated to those times when you're just lying in your room late at night thinking. Love, Yaya
