| General Poetry
posted March 17, 2024 |
Itâ??s about my inability to cry
I can feel them burning,
they’re behind my eyes,
threatening to spill,
my unshed tears.
Invisible trails,
that haven’t been left yet,
stuck in my eyes,
My unshed tears.
Sometimes I wish I could cry,
I can’t though,
‘Cause they’re stuck,
Why won’t they fall, my unshed tears??
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