| Silent Eyes I cry silent tears Saltwater courses Down my cheaks My mouth opens And air streams Past my taunt lips It has taken years To perfect this skill When tears caused Them to pity me I'm sitting next to You on the bus Staring out as Warm streaks Stain my face My stop is here I sigh once And make sure My face is dry I climb over you And look you in the face Seeing no knowledge there I am satisfied |
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