Slowly
A stream flows down my cheecks
Its salty and hot
I feel my cheecks burning
Patiently my eyes drown
In a lake of my own tears
With my rain of tears
And confusion settles down
The salt corrodes my skin
As memories erodes my mind
The memories of us
The memories we made
The memories that we wanted to last
Perhaps we were guided by lust
A drop of tear
Fills my cup with fear
Then two drops of tears
Washes away the tears
Sporadic drops blesses the fear
Tearing into tiny bits
Breaking into smaller pieces
Uncountable
The damage is too big
The pain is too livid
I can see my sunset at noon
The stars are smilling at me
Busy calling on my name
With songs of praise but tune of a digger
My wounds never heals
Someday the crack might fill
Someday I might feel
But today my pain is the real deal
Again another cup fills
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Wounds of the Moon
PoetryIwish you days with sunrise and gentle breezes. I wish you smiles with no reason to be sad I wish you happiness which knows no end I wish you peace of mind even in my mind I wish you love that will never wilter like ours has I am here for you, alway...
