teardrops on my desk.
A salty glaze soaks into
the pages of my diary.
A token of the pain and sorrow
that I've held in my heart
for who knows how long.
Alone in my room,
behind the darkness,
I let it all go...
And no one knows
how many pages
have been witness
to the hurt I carry in my heart.
As each day passes,
and each night nears,
shadows carry silently,
the tears that fall in shadow.
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