teardrops one by one they drop
if I bottle it up, and they don't fall
I will die a little inside
a release of anxiety or maybe what's lost
each word smeared, by incessant saline
I don't care --I'll just start again
no matter if you read or not
how many times, have I gotten the call?
your world shattered, what do I do?
never once asking, how is it with you?
my life pushed inside my heart
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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