You tell me not to cry
That tears don't suit my pretty face;
But do you know what I cry?
Each drop is heavy with
The weight of your lies;
Each drop rolling off
From your fake promises;
Each drop escaping from
Your pretence care.
I claim my freedom
Slowly but steadily while
Each drop slips away
Freeing me from your bondage...
~azmina
YOU ARE READING
Of Floating Buoys and Broken Bells
Poetry"Poetry flowed like little rivulets From the ocean that was her soul." ~azmina Our souls dance to the rhythm of poetry. A small collection of my poems that will, hopefully, provide the beats to your dance.
