It’s not
Tears
It’s water
White is the moon , dead at my window
It’s too cold outside
Even for her
It’s not tears
I don’t cry but in my pale dreams
I didn’t want to
Stay
But knew worse would be
To leave
It’s not
Blood
It’s water
One never knows
How things
end up
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Author:
Anny (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 21st, 2022 05:09
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments2
intriguing, thanks for sharing
A lot of emotions and a lot of venting. Hope everything's alright.
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