Finally feeling warm tears flow down my cheeks,
Like the cleansing rain after a drought.
They don't stop,
Stinging my eyes like lemon juice,
A river of mascara-stained sadness.
My neck feels cold,
And my eyelashes stick together.
All my frustrations washed away,
By the petrichor of emotion.
YOU ARE READING
my secret mistakes • {poetry}
PoetryThe most deeply personal thing I may ever write, from an old soul trapped in a young body. Imagine a window into my life, my unfiltered, strange and unpredictable life. These are the things I am too afraid to tell anyone. So, welcome to my mind.
