Tear drops land in my tea
As they drip from my chin
The ripples they create
Makes it all sink in
All of my loneliness
Along with my fear
The fact that I want nothing more
Than to disappear
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Bandaid: A Collection Of Poems
PoetryThings I never said, but probably should have.
fear drops
Tear drops land in my tea
As they drip from my chin
The ripples they create
Makes it all sink in
All of my loneliness
Along with my fear
The fact that I want nothing more
Than to disappear