#57 – Letting go
26/09/2017
I wish my tears drops
Looked pretty like these…
But they don’t.
They simply roll down my face
And disappear
When I’m on my own,
Far away somewhere,
Alone.
And if someone close
Who can look into my soul
Happens to be near by
When I wish to cry
My tears drops simply dry up
And quietly trickle down my throat.
Unseen, unheard, alone…
