A broken heart,
Bleeds tears.
But it’s those
Under her eyes,
That fascinate me
The most.
How they crash
Onto her skin
From the ocean
Of her eyes.
Raindrops,
From the storms
Within her.
How they glisten
Like a stream
In the fall.
Only a stream:
Is full of water.
Her tears:
Full of words.
Words:
That weave poetry,
As they trickle.
Down her chin.
Into the etchings,
Of my palms.
© Shanyu Bihani 2020
This is a follow-up poem to my favourite poems of all time; ‘The Cache’. Check it out here.
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