Adhesives Stick

Acid tears keep dripping as she refutes wiping them away.While her lips flap in laughter,Mine are sealed by common adhesives we all call,Pain…Worst of all,I've wanted to die for so long,And…No one sees me as a soul worthy enough to,Save…Neither do I,So,Why should they?…

The Right Glue

Old.Brittle.Yet,Young,Full of life without much direction.Crackles in every step,But,A drive rolling along as smooth as each drip from my olen wounds.Those tears falling from a broken heart I keep trying to mend,But,Just can't seem to find the right glue…

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