• 11maria 27w

    Tears

    Broken,
    liquid silver lines of water,
    Sometimes blending in black Mascara
    Abiding flow, one might call it my aura.
    Lower eyelids, where they belongs
    Stays for a while, sometimes leaves
    Half of them are falling down
    Rest in front of iris are gathered around.
    Firmly the drops stopped falling
    Tears should fall altogether
    Not they shalt be Few
    Broken tears now Are United
    In the Eyes Forming a Dew!
    ©11maria