If tears could speak
her words would fail;
as she glared into darkness,
for it resembled everything she was
& everything she felt.
Motionless and still
as tears stained her face;
2.00 am and now,
she wished you knew.
Knew who she was;
beneath the mask she wore
knew who she was;
contrary to everything you ignore.
You talk of love,
and she closes her eyes;
to get a glimpse of the feeling
of what it would be like.
Her eyes scan your words,
as she falls apart inside
disguised as her reality
and every spark you ignite.
Everything she is running away from
and everything she is running to;
has always been something,
she wished you knew.
And if tears could speak
it is most definitely not something
you'd still be oblivious to-
Endured in the darkness,
4.00 am and now;
the question still lingers
in her mind and somehow,
If tears could speak
she wondered of what they'd say,
would you love her as much
or such nights on replay?
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Behind the scenes girl ~
PoetryA collection of some of my poems- please tell me what you think :) x