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tears D,:I've been forgotten by a friend
Scolded by a stern parent
Disappointed by a bad grade
It doesn't matter what the loss, but I'm crying
Weeping, sobbing, bawling until I die of dehydration
It just keeps on coming
I'm just not getting happy
My sleeve is wet
The tissue box is empty
My eyes are glassy
I'm not even that miserable
But I cry more
Till my sockets are swollen
My eyes are bloodshot
If I wasn't deplorable before, I am now
A series of unanswerable "whys" go through my mind
Why, why, why, what am I doing?
It's not until you see me crying
The tear marks streaking down my cheek in lines
And I'm gathered up in your embrace
And held against your chest so I can hear your heart
That I start thinking
"Maybe crying's not so bad."
And I forget why I was upset in the 1st place.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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