THE HIDDEN FALLEN TEARS
By MICHAEL AGBAH
A broken heart with a broken tears
Doesn't cry the way it was should, no flood or storms
Just silent cracks where feeling once had stood
The sobs don't fall, they shatter slowly
Each tears is sharp,a quiet scream that no one let's begins
You smile like nothing's bleeding
While the wreckage grows below
The world expects a flood of pain a weeping
Open wound but some heart break in quieter ways
In hollow, echoing rooms
And some tears never make it cut
They dry before they fall
Because the soul that spilt in two
They can't always cry at all
Pain takes shape in shadows on the wall
But now scattered, small and stalled
A broken heart with a broken tears
Still learning not to hide.
May the heart find hope
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