She wanted to cry
To flush away the pain
No tears streamed by
She's expecting for rain
Then again she'd try
Resulting to be vain
Still no tears flowed down
She wondered why
Her face turned to frow
With a throat so dry
But she's ready to drown
Her insides are a sly
Maybe she's lack of water
In other words, dehydrated
Wanted a clear liquid in her
Too lazy to get out of bed
She knows she'd be better
Just hated to think so much ahead
She thought maybe her tears ran out
And her lacrimal glands were in drought
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POM POEMS
PoetryFeelings turned into words; squeezed from experiences (FINISHED since these were the thoughts from my young mind)
