Apr 27 2011
Real tears
While I set alone in my
quiet, depressing room.
I wipe my tears, my authentic;
real tears…all about you.
But you, you run to her and
wipe the fake tears from her
cheeks…all about not getting her way.
Its okay though, because
I’ll no longer waste my authentic;
real tears on you.
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sadness:( but nice ;-(