Tears, they fall as soft as gentle rain. They're crystal drops of endless pain. They are not uncommon, representing lost hopes and dreams. From the start they tell a story, being fragile pieces of my heart torn from it every time i cried. I fear another dream had died. They form a silent river on my face. Even when one falls it is replaced. Look closley, these tears are who/what I am.
Yuyoka · Mon Oct 13, 2008 @ 01:39am · 0 Comments |