Tears on the Page

A pencil,

Paper Blank.

No thoughts, no words,

Nothing to do but sing sedative songs.

A naked moment, nothing to hide behind,

Fully-exposed, embrassing even,

that at the happiest I've been,

I find a way to cry.

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