A Book of Poems

31

I traced the paths your tears created through your makeup as they slid down your cheek

You cried all the time now

There used to be good days and bad days

Now its all the same

People keep telling you that you changed

That you're different

Not the same

They don't know

Whats going on

How you feel

They just keep talking

I wipe your tears and lift your chin

Kissing your rosy pink lips

"Everything will be okay,"I whisper in your ear as I caress your cheek

-People talk too much and they don't matter