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  Dec 2017 Inkveined
She Writes
They say eyes are windows to the soul
yours are made of stained glass
Impossible to see through
Yet occasionally I catch a glimpse
Of what lies within
  Dec 2017 Inkveined
Brianna Lee
When the tears finally fall.

They will fall harder than any
summer rain I have ever danced in.

They will roll like rivers
down my face.
I will fall into those raging rivers
pouring from my eyes
and gasp for air as I begin to drown.
in the overwhelming feeling
that we
made a mistake.

I will swim to the surface
and cry out
for you .
But I won't be able to
hear you over the
cracking thunder
of my
thoughts.

They will fall harder
than I did for you

yes

The tears will inevitably fall.
But only
after I have convinced myself
that I no longer love you.
no longer need you.
But I do.
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