Lovely madness

with each week,each hour,and every second you captisize my mind with every memory of you

you draw tears into my emotionless eyes,only its not just one,or even two,its millions each tear falls as I take my shaking hand and

wipe them away.

-Me

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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