SOMETIMES

 

Sometimes

I get in moods

Where no one can tell me

That crying

Isn’t an answer.

My hurts

Slowly sink deeper and deeper

Into my tears

Until they finally drown.

Then when the currents

Leave,

All the good things

That were always there

Are then washed clean and shiny,

And I again can touch

Their beauty.

 

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