(10:10 am)
Tears are streaming down your face
small invisible lines falling against skin
landing in my hair, face and neck
but I don't mind them
they are cool
against my
feverish skin
I can't cry anymore
not over that at least
I can only shake and
feel like running away
run so I can't see it
In the corner of my eye
or I can cry
it is just on
the inside
A girl weeping
In the corner
Trying to hold
herself together
like her mother told her to
Can you see someone else
YOU ARE READING
Night Changes
Poetry» Though they are apart, she still thinks of him and speak to him through words written «
