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Tears

door killea

Tears



As the torrent rolls down my face
it's not me crying, no,
it's my heart
and it's not my whole heart
it's just the piece that held onto
something that was nothing,
my heart cannot distinguish between
loving and not loving - and once
loving has entered into its space
it stays until that piece is broken off
to ferment on its own for all the good times,
and when it has turned,
the tears roll down my face
not in sadness, it's just a broken heart,
shattered, and healing itself until the
liquid love stops its flow
and a new piece fills the void
to make the heart whole
to grow, and grow...

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Totale score: 4

Uitstekend: 2 stem(men), 100%
Goed: 0 stem(men), 0%
Niet goed: 0 stem(men), 0%

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