Her tears were made of fire,
And they left a blazing trail,
As they scorched across a cheek,
That was never meant to wail,
Her tears were made of darkness,
And it consumed the light within,
Falling from her heavy eyes,
And down to a trembling chin,
Her tears were made of heartbreak,
Broken pieces of her mind,
Shattering her worthless dreams,
And making hope impossible to find.
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Everything is Ash
PoetryI'm just another person struggling through life one day at a time. Life's too much and too little, overwhelming one moment and empty the next. Everything is ash, everything is coated with dust and defeat; everything is bleeding and broken and beau...
