Why
A Tear,
Versatile
In Torrid
Cries.
"STOP." you exclaim.
I'm sad,
you should get used to my tears.
I have.
YOU ARE READING
Eunoia
PoetryBehind every poem is a story too afraid to be told bluntly. . . . I intend to write to make you feel.
Used to Tears
Why
A Tear,
Versatile
In Torrid
Cries.
"STOP." you exclaim.
I'm sad,
you should get used to my tears.
I have.
