TEAR DROPS

l i a r

reality is marred by tragedy and the colors of death;

so i speak in words and letters,

for you to listen as you would heed to your lover's display:

but neither do you love me nor my words -

for i voice out in wilted greens and torn shades

of embers left behind;

as white fades red to the indigo of my blood,

you crawl for nothing worth

over tears spoken in gold

-you are delusive

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Sanem