Monday, November 28, 2016

the flood of emotion(s), the rush-
we cannot articulate at some times..
we shout to stop and cry to feel more
tears crashing from those blue rain drop eyes
salt water splashes against the lips
like the storm has come,
it went and you're left
with traces of wet against your skin
and smears of grey clouds
fallen from lashes
tired before you let it all out
unsure of what it was,
the weather can get
crazy 'round here.

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