i listen.
As teardrops fall like rain.
Issues filled with crystals
because pain only shines
at night.
A scene explodes with humor
only to
hide stress arised.
Who am i to talk about my tears?
They cry themselves
to sleep and
still i can't seem to speak.
So when i'm alone i listen.
I Have Ears.
ReplyDelete& Guess What.?!
They Listen.
Lucky You.