Posts Tagged: Tears
Tickling. These are not tears, Just tickling in my stomach, Or moths in my heart, Or whatever. But not tears. They look like water drops, And taste salty as they drip, Across my cheeks and lips But these ain’t tears.
I strain my eyes to look into the desolate darkness . The cold wind rushes through the boughs and scatters the leaves with a musical rustle in this moon-bathed ambience. The flame of the lamp in my room wavers. My
She walked onto the stage, With elegance and grace. With a smile on her face, She smirked at her task. The numerous gazing eyes, She accumulated in a glance. And with a grin she thought, That she would easily convey