Do you hear that? Rain drop?
No, Tear drop
Hear that Drip drip drop
Watch as is drops
It's a never ending story
One she'll never share
It's too precious so don't you dare
She paint's a tear onto her face
Just like a canva's
One that was made
A fake smile plastered that face
But we could still here the sound of a raindrop
Dripping down
To the ground
Not knowing. That it wasn't a raindrop
It was a teardrop
We think we know her life
We think her canvas is just fine
We don't know the lies she hides
We don't think she's safe tonight
Drip drip drop
What a wet chin. We watch as her beautiful canvas win's
Until it fades away again
When she's all alone
Is when she really shows
That painted on her canvas a
Perfect tear
We thought it was a mistake
But now it's perfectly clear
It wasn't a mistake
This canvas she held dear
Has a perfect painted tear.
One she always hides
Till she alone at night
She painted that tear
Hoping we'll hear
The words she never said out loud
She wanted the picture to speak
It didn't
Speak until there was no more tears
For the girl to cry and she slit her throat in one night
We watch her canvas as it fills with our tears
Why couldn't we have noticed the one she held dear
It was her mask her face one she never tucked away
We never knew it was fake
The only real thing was the tear
It's now so perfectly clear
Picture's do speak
One way or another
You'll soon discover
The most beautiful canvas
That you know
Is not who they really show
The beautiful face covers the broken
Just don't let it fade away
Watch what she paint's on the canvas because the canvas was the girl's face. A beautiful canvas for a beautiful girl
But the girl is now gone from our world
Watch they're canvas watch what they paint you might save a life today
I don't have a meaning because I can't explain it. But for some reason I hold this poem very dear. I meant for it to be a short and sweet poem but I kept writing. I turned out to be beautiful. I will say this: you guy's watch what everyone paint's on their face okay? Because you never know when they might find away. They're paintings will speak one way or another so make sure the painting speaks before the person is gone. Don't let everyone keep a fake smile fake face on.
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Filtered heart
RandomThis is a book filled with stuff iv made like poems short stories thing's i'v wanted to say things im scared of. each part is different from the other in some way's