Secret Tears
Your words
Tiny daggers
Casually tossed my way
The blood flows
Your stare
Molten lava
Burning my flesh
With its malice
Invisible tears
Flow in silence
Masked by the rush of water
From the showerhead
My wounds are hidden
Felt but never seen
Tiny daggers
Casually tossed my way
The blood flows
Your stare
Molten lava
Burning my flesh
With its malice
Invisible tears
Flow in silence
Masked by the rush of water
From the showerhead
My wounds are hidden
Felt but never seen
Labels: Poetry