The tears that falls down my face,
Makes my nose full of mucous,
There isnt enough toilet paper for the lifetime tears that have been shed.
The tears that falls from my face are sometimes hot,
Meaning the pain is painful to bear,
The tears almost burns my flesh.
The tears that falls from my face are sometimes cold,
When I wanna cry,
There is nothing in eye socket to bear...
Water, to produce the tears
At times the tears are like cape town's weather,
Never ending.
Makes you cold like the mother city,
You start to shiver.
Makes you vulnerable that you blow your own wind speed,
You make reckless decisions.
Your heart and mind are in constant battle,
When your eyes betrays you...
Just..
Cry.
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The stars and her stories
PoetryEmotional poems that covers, love, hate, loneliness, and others. Written and compiled my me
