new.glasses.
her eyes lack
all secrets once hid
they tell the story
though it may not matter
the tears she can't keep crying
are rising up again
as her flesh turns pink
and her temperature increases
salt-flavored droplets
stream down her face
and the girl in the mirror
only adds to the agony.
she will not be broken.
not now.
please dont cry. :( Smile. Be happy. It is a joyous day. Smile for me. Please? Whats wronge? i am here if you need a shoulder to cry on or ears to listen.
oooo i like those. did you right that little poem thing at the end there?
if so, its quite good.