Pile of Tears
I Have Seen Her Face Being Washed With cold To Drown The Tear
Her Eyes As if Witnessed A Story That is To Be Feared
I Have Watched Her as she Lent on The Dull Wall,Faced The Floor
And warmed the hall As She Started Cursing Her Odds
The More She Though Of That Thought The More Shattered She Appeared
And so She Sat Beneath some silk and down to comfort her feelings
Yet,It Kept getting worse as she lost The Tonne
An Hour Passed by as She made The Call To Stand Up And Be Strong
I Thought I Heared Her Unlocking The Door
But all that i saw was a reflection of me on the mirrors wall.
