Tears stain my life.
There they go again-Down my cheeks.
Clouding my glasses.
Spilling over my eyelids.They invade my mouth with salty stings.
They practically flood my room.
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P O E M S (volume 2)
PoesíaThis 'story' is going to a just different chapters with different poems in each chapter, all of these I wrote. And this is only a continuation of P O E M S. -Spencer
A Tears Journey
Tears stain my life.
There they go again-Down my cheeks.
Clouding my glasses.
Spilling over my eyelids.They invade my mouth with salty stings.
They practically flood my room.