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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