I feel like the water is rising.
Is the moon moving closer?
I can feel my spirit sinking.
Wasn't this darkness over?
I feel like running into dark hallways.
To find myself again.
But the more I try to fix my face,
The more I end up broken.
I'm falling apart,
Like detached pearl necklaces.
I'm falling back into the dark;
Back into deformed sad faces.
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Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
