You wouldn't know, would you?
How every wall I've built crashes after standing for too long.
How every tear I've kept in, leaves long dry marks on my skin like a dried out river.
It's not easy. It didn't take me too long to fall for you. Yet it's so hard to leave now.
What would you do if you knew?
What would you do if you saw me now?
Wipe these tears?
Or look at me as I cried all my tears to dust.
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Such Silent Chaos
RomanceAn anthology of poems based on love, and it's affects on people who love wholeheartedly.
