Inky tears leak from my dead eyes
They messily trail down my flushed cheeks
Slipping through my cracked lips
I thought I had no more tears left to cry
But then I get an overwhelming taste
of bitter memories and
expired wine
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Drops of Jupiter (Poetry)
Poetrythis is where I let my thoughts breathe and heart bleed
Tears
Inky tears leak from my dead eyes
They messily trail down my flushed cheeks
Slipping through my cracked lips
I thought I had no more tears left to cry
But then I get an overwhelming taste
of bitter memories and
expired wine