Sweet Tears on my lips
I’m not normally a person, who sympathises,
But today is not a normal day,
I’m usually someone who moves on from all of this,
But there’s something blocking my way,
Don’t get excited because I’m not missing you,
Maybe it’s the fact I’m here alone,
Yet trying to find support is something I won’t do,
The reason why I’ve ran away from home,
Crying in my hands,
Soaking the sands,
Shadowing the lands,
My eyes embraced by an ocean,
My mind entangled with a single emotion,
My hair trapped by my pale fingertips,
And all I can taste are the sweet tears on my lips,
I try to neglect what I’ve gotten myself into,
But single moments remind,
And I try to force myself to forget those times,
Leaving it all behind,
Sometimes I watch myself crying in the mirror,
Following the tears down my face,
And when I turn away I realise the horror,
My crinkled mind, and a bitter taste,
Crying in my hands,
Soaking the sands,
Shadowing the lands,
My eyes embraced by an ocean,
My mind entangled with a single emotion,
My hair trapped by my pale fingertips,
And all I can taste are the sweet tears on my lips,
Will I finally realise?
Will I finally open my eyes?
Is the truth as hidden as it seems?
Maybe those nightmares have just been normal dreams?
Sweet tears on my lips…
No comments:
Post a Comment