I don’t know why they come,
Opening the doors of eyes,
Not so welcome ‘guests’
These tears,
Through the volcanic heart of mine,
They tend to boil me,
These trifle tears ,
Make me look so MEEK.
I don’t know why they come,
Opening the doors of eyes,
Not so welcome ‘guests’
These tears,
Through the volcanic heart of mine,
They tend to boil me,
These trifle tears ,
Make me look so MEEK.
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