They roll down her face and it the ground,
they crash and shatter on the floor.
I hear her as she locks herself behind the bathroom door.
They shatter and break into shards,
tiny little shards from her heart.
I hear them break,
I feel them crack as they roll down my shirt
when I hold her.
Her tears are cold and hard.
YOU ARE READING
The Girl In The Window.
PoetryThere's a girl I fell in love with, and my thoughts were over ran with her presences. Dedicated to lillsparrow22
