My tears roll across the rims of my sullen cheeks in sweet bundles of pain,
Every fiber of my being focused Into one drop after another,
Each one sapping my soul with it,
Leeching the energies of my still beating heart,
The constant release of uncomformity racks my lean frame with harsh sobbing,
The sadness is here,
It comes in tears,
Swiftly taking hold of my life and drowning my memories in blue and grey,
Here come the tears,
Uncontrollably so,
Undeniably breaking my spirit,
Unstoppable in every way, shape, or form,
And when the deepest dampened reservoirs of my heart spill over,
Here come the tears,
Soaking my blue eyes in malice,
Staining my white sheets grey at night,
Constantly creating more and more trials in agonizing life,
Because here come my tears.
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Journal
PoetryThis is just a collaboration of poems that I wrote to get me through the day sometimes. Dealing with heartbreak tends to be deep and unforgiving but this was the only way I knew how
