Tears

I can’t cry anymore

But I can let the ink do it for me

Create poetic teardrops of blue that

Stain the pages like my eyes stained pillows

With drops of melancholy inspired by you

Not sure when they’ll stop but I’ll know why they begin

I can’t cry anymore

And since my tears have run dry

I will let the ink do the crying

Let their tears create beautiful words

With no hopes of ever drying

Instead of puffy eyes and tired morning skin

 

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