Wednesday, 2 May 2012


She has tears stored in herself.
Inside the depth of those large
Brown Eyes
are shelves and cabinets
of glass phials for her many tears.

Some are the sweetest you could imagine
saved for the joy of seeing a mountain road
saved for hearing a song long forgotten ago

She uses some to cope with her bitterness 
And some help her drown her sorrow in sleepiness

The ones she loves the most flow with a smile.
The ones she loves the dearest, are all memories
with the purest of delight.

1 comment:

  1. for in this unreal world of ours
    her tears were all
    that were hers


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