SadnessA Poem by limbalring
At the back of your throat
the sadness grows Lifting the roof of your mouth it drifts on heavy branches up to your eyes they well up What it means What it feels like to cry Pain rushes in- in sync with piano sighs There's a kind of beauty in sadness
© 2013 limbalring |
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