Staining Me
There are droplets of you forming in my eyes. You're falling down my cheeks now. You have no respect for my sensitive skin. You're staining me all of the colors I thought you'd wiped away. Everything you have become is exactly what you'd helped me kill. I wore you on my sleeve, I figured you'd stay there. Funny, how I've seemed to have lost you now. And even though I thought you cared, I could have sworn I heard your laughter, behind my tear-filled eyes. Written October 2nd, 2001 © on Oct 02 2001 01:13 PM PST 0 • 1
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"There are droplets of you forming in my eyes...."