Pour out and pour out
Her eyes pour out
Of her skull and soul
She's crying away
For nothing at all
Pour out and pour out
Her veins pour out
The blood rushing
Flowing down the drain
For nothing at all
Pour out and pour out
Her feelings come out
Onto whoever slightly
Cares for her but
It's nothing at all
Pour out and pour out
Her care pours out
Onto no one who cares
Undeserving of grief
Still caring but it's
For nothing at all
Pour out and pour out
Her soul wants out
To be free of any strife
Be free of any smite
That may reach her
And bring her so low
Free of any wicked
Of any weakness
Anything free
Her eyes pour out
Pour out and pour out
For nothing at all
YOU ARE READING
Melancoly
Poetrysimply sad poetry. ______ set your background black and read if you hurt too but smile now this one's for you -2:05 am
