Tuesday, 25 February 2014

Flooded

It rained that day,
You wore white.
A shadow of darkness underneath.
My heart was flooded.
It wouldn't stop, the water had just begun to flow.

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A stream of tears,
Flows in the distance.
It's sound suppressed,
By sobs,
Sounds of stone,
And echoes of memories.

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Gushing out of nowhere,
Does it meet,
An endless futile pool.
Droplets drown themselves.
It was perhaps nothing but water to you.

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Dried that droplet,
Marked against her skin.
Salty cheeks again.

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