When I cry
And tears crowd in
They play with my vision
as I try to contain them in my eyes.
They bend the light,
Making an illusion
Of a moving world.
As if they are trying to lift my mood up.
Unable to do so,
they sadly give in to the pull of gravity.
Leaving me with a clear world,
That doesn't make sense.
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Splash of Words
PoetryRandom poems that come to my head now and then. Some probably won't make sense to you, but they do to me. So if you are one of the curious 'uns, then maybe you could try deciphering their meaning.
