And in the waters I seek no longer the treasures of a broken mind, for maybe then if I had not gone searching, shadows wouldn't have been left behind..but these tides carry the weight of hearts I want no longer, and I have grown tired of this heavy water...so I plead all these vain words leave me, and give light to silhouettes that have gone, for this sea no longer pleases me...and every tear has been drawn.
YOU ARE READING
Every Tear
PoetryStaring at these blank pages my mind is empty, the words won't bleed from my fingertips, for they only know my eyes.
