We sit and collect tears,
Not from our eyes,
But from the years,
Sometimes I feel my thoughts weep from my eyes
Down my face,
I know she can see them, but it's okay,
She enjoys the taste.
She holds my hand
And can stop the rain,
For she has the recipe
To keep me sane.
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Poems I Love (7)
PoetryThis is part seven of the poems, quotes, and song lyrics that I love. If I find them with the author I will write the authors name on it. If you have any of your own and you would like for it to be in the story, ask me and I can do that for you. I...
