A/N- Just a poem I wrote one night when I had too many memories
Tears
The darkness cloaks my tears,
Holding my secrets in its black serenity.
Only when night falls,
Am I able to face myself.
The tears run smoothly,
Cold,
Bathing my face in salty memories.
Every tear has a story,
A lie hidden within the depths of my soul,
Waiting for the darkness to let it fly free.
You are so many tears,
So many bittersweet memories of where I used to be.
I remember your memories,
And only then do they fall free on my face,
Each on staining the pillow under me,
Seeping into my dreams,
Creating my nightmares.