My Tears

my tears have dried up.

I'm not finished with you.

I want you to know how I feel about you,no matter how hard I try I just cannot illustrate.

I try to think of a better way to get you. my thoughts linger in the hallway where you previously sat.

Once you got up to get a glass of water that's when you realized I was gone.

Will I ever return back? Perhaps. Perhaps not. I think of you when the rain collides with the tin roof.

I don't want for you to bend the truth. Give it to me straight.

I know it may seem tedious as to how I move. But this is the impetus of a great master.


























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