my tears dry so fast
i can't keep track
when i cry
the river flows
the rain falls
but inside
the crack grows
like a cavern
mining deeper
into the depths of my soul
i cry about the little things
but only the meaningful things
like the lost friends
the memories i spent with them
even for a second
the kind strangers i met on the street
how they made me smile
how grateful i am
the meals i get
my father
my mother
my stepfather
my uncle and aunt
and most, my grandmother
my family
the plants
the world
i cry
because when the good happens
i cling to the comfort like a warm pillow
i miss it
the places i went
the pictures i took
the songs i listened to
the appreciation
god
how wonderful
so when i cry
i cry like the river
the rain
the happiness
the pain
late in the am
i write
and a tear or two rolls down
and i wipe them away
as i sit
and just
disintegrate to how my life
so tragic
so magic
so when i die
i'll miss the bitter
the better
i'll miss my existence
i cry for myself sometimes
how thankful i am for myself
i am ever so thankful.
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Blaze
PoetryA collection of songs intertwined in her head that she weaves into a web of intellectual words and let's them flow free in the form of poetry. **actually really cringey poetry that I wrote in the span of a year when I was 14**
