Her Tears Fall Like Rain
droplets collect
on her eyelashes
i can't tell if it's
rain or if it's tears.
she looks to the sky
for answers hoping
it'd swallow her fears.
the truth is -
the sadness brewing
inside her has been
bottled up for years.
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Parchment and Perfume
PoetryThis draft represents the inner workings of my mind, among other things. All of my poems and prose will be cataloged here and available for feedback. Pieces will constantly be added or removed to fit the guidelines for any poetry submissions I have...
