The tears don’t dry because I do not know how to stop them,
From tearing my face into uneven pieces.
I am crying, because I am ashamed.
My heart’s head and shoulders are hunched,
My hearts spine is bent.
My heart’s demeanour is that of infamy and lament.
I want to cry tonight:
For my little heart that droops so low.
And maybe tomorrow,
I will plead for my heart’s forgiveness,
Possibly in the future I will reason with my hearts face to smile again.
Possibly...
