they say that liquids evaporate,
but the tears are still there,
still falling,
tumbling down my ashen gry face,
even the burning rays of sun can't penetrate them.
i try to wipe them away,
but they won't be tamed.
they'll forever leak from my bloodshot eyes.
like venom.
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3.2 | The End of Infinity
Poetrywe hide our inner pain behind smiles filled with hope. until, the hope evaporates and everything has g o n e . [poetry by a]
