Sad Afternoon

Your tears are cold as they fall from your face;

they’ll pool into puddles

and overflow the banks of the creek,

but still they fall and fall and fall.

When will your sadness end,

will your tears ever dry?

I’ll keep shielding myself from your cold drops,

maybe just stay inside my covers.

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