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The Teardrop Collector

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Little droplets fell down her face,
Closing in on her, choking her.
Emptiness, when they were gone,
unbearable solitude.
She took out a paint brush and swept them off the floor
placing them in a jar.
She took the brush, dipped it into the ocean,
and painted the tears on her face.
Solitude filled.
They fell again, she caught them, never wanting to let go.
She wanted to keep them forever,
but she'd never keep them from leaving.
She wanted them to stay,
and dry on her face so that she would never have to release them,
she would never be rid of the pain she loved.
It made her feel powerful,
It made her feel strong,
It made her feel like she belonged...
But teardrops are destined to keep falling,
fate makes her their guardian,
forced to soak them up.
The cycle continues, the jar overflows,
and the world is dark.
The teardrops have dried.

© 2012
An old poem that I totally re-wrote and edited the hell out of.
© 2012 - 2024 Loveislightblue
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BambiBatsArtwork's avatar
:,) Beautiful but sad :D