Whose raindrops are
Falling on my cheeks
When I'm indoors now?
Not mine, no not mine
.
Whose saline tears are
Dripping down from my
Eyes, when mine are dry?
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine
.
Whose rubious liquid is
Staining the pillowcase
When sunset triumphs?
Play nice, nice, nice, nice
.
Whose aqua vitae ebbs
Away from life and onto
The affinity of the scars?
Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry"A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage..." -William Blake
