Once the tears start falling,
They don't stop.
They won't.
They can't.
Escaping to the bathroom as soon as possible
Just to hide my tears.
But now that they've started they just won't stop.
The first one makes the first track down my face, leaving a mark.
Another follows it,
Then one by one,
They begin gushing down my face.
I break.
I can't hold myself together anymore.
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PoetryHighest - #36 in Poetry "Not only did I love her, but I could tell the universe loved her, too. More than others. She was different. After all, I would be a fool not to notice the way the sunshine played with her hair." -Christ...
