The tears tickle my cheeks;
I am lonely but not alone.
Sometimes it doesn't hurt, and sometimes
It does,
But there is nothing to be done.
I will stay here until the sun sets,
For this is where I want to be.
I am alone, but not lonely;
My cheeks cling to the tears.
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Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
