segunda-feira, 17 de agosto de 2026

They make it to the floor

 She stared down and began to cry
Life was over
she tried to look up
tears flooded in
down hands together to pray
But no faith

They separate again
How gray it all seems
Tears make it further and further
Her resignation prevents her from wiping
They make it to the floor

Drops dry dreadfully into dust
She cries the rest of me out of her
She'll leave me behind pretty soon
Sharing her misery piece meal with someone else 

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