5/17/20
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Water is complex.It has a shape that is always changing, flowing, moving.
It lives in everything, and in return, everything lives.
A delicate balance between too much and not enough where all things flourish.
When it leaves, we shrivel without it's embrace.
It protects us but can hurt us unintentionally.
It weighs more than we can carry, and burdens us with knowledge, life, and memory.
If teardrops could be bottled, there'd be swimming pools filled by models.
If teardrops could be bottled, there'd be a way to contain all the sadness in the world.
If teardrops could be bottled, maybe there'd be less things to cry about.
But they can't. The weight of water, especially the water that leaks in sorrow from your beautiful eyes, is too much for anyone to bear.
The weight of water breaks the glass just as it breaks my heart.
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I wanted to write a poem about tears, so I guess this is it then. I blame Ash and Jas for making me think I should publish this XD. Hope y'all enjoyed.
- K.
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