once i heard a joke or a sad story
it made me cry until i lived in tears
shining pools of them around my feet
i could have drowned, remember this
instead i gathered and formed them
this is your hair now- so keep it safe
i will be careful outside it is quiet
and cold, birds trapped in ice and the
sun choked in blankness
i can't allow you to trim it, you
see what a waste of tears cheap
puddles on the ground that would be
it seems really hopeful and personal at the same time, it has a flow on its own. I enjoy the idea of you making stanzas :)
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