Teardrops short poem

Uploaded by Arpita Mukherjee

The tear drops run down,
And fall off her nose.
She cries in dark corners,
Where nobody goes.
You can follow the track,
From her eyes to her chin.
Years upon years,
Of letting them win.
And her eyes tell a story,
Of anger and pain.
You think that she’s happy,
But look again.
And the scars of her past,
Hidden under her clothes.
Are a roadmap to places,
That nobody knows.
Her smile is now painted,
She’s a master of disguise.
And you can see it all,
Just look into her eyes.

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I am an Engineering Graduate immersed in the love of literature. Words bring colour to my emotions and help me describe the inner me. Writing is the inseparable part of me.
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Randall Smith

Arpita, so well done I can actually see the tears and want to wipe them away. Have to read some more of your works.


Beautiful lines.



Teardrops short poem

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