Every now and then,
The salty drops of water cover
the eyes, where it seems hard to hold them tight. I call them tears…
While wondering why all these unstoppable
tears love my dry cheeks so dearly,
I run my fingers through the dry
skin, with the fear of being observed by the unknown eyes.
I smartly pull the end of my
sleeves with my hands and wipe them all…
Have to work it this way,
And I call this yet another day
of hide and seek.
Mashutzo Writes.
and there i fail again. and stand quit with my broken promise.
ReplyDeleteand i fail again. Standing and quite. Failed to keep promise.
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ReplyDeleteWhen you shed tears, it doesn't mean you are weak. It but shows that you have a human heart.
ReplyDeleteIt's okay to cry - it shows that you care. This was beautifully written.
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