She sheds tears of every color.
Red of pure joy,
Pink for love,
Blue floods of depression.
Tears show every emotion.
They are not a weakness,
But a strength.
Shock is bright yellow,
Streaks of orange bringing out those warm, fuzzy feelings.
Drops of green the embodiment of jealousy.
People stare.
Turned away by her streams of color.
The way her eyes haze over as the water runs out,
Like a faucet.
Purple is for the pain and heartbreak.
Sorrow pouring out in black.
White is the loneliness in the depths of her heart.
She has no control over these emotions of hers.
She can't push them down and forget about them.
Into the far corners of the mind.
Where they grow and grow and grow.
Until finally...
They break out of that now rusted cage.
Drops of rain mix with her vibrant and monochrome tears,
Her cheeks a canvas.
Transforming pale skin into a work of art.
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Collection of Poems and Short Stories
Short StoryMy mind is an ever growing tree of ideas and at the end of each branch lies a story... When I'm sad and feel like crying, I write. When I'm frustrated or stressed, I write. When I can't sleep, I write. Until my fingers cramp up and reality calls me...
