Like torrential rain, my facade broke
They streamed through my eyes whether I blinked or not
Salt, my own, sat on my face
Rested on my lips before falling down
I never knew I had it in me
I cried over the death of me
My cloud had burst and the reality precipitated
My eyes had cleared then, all that was left of thee.
They streamed through my eyes whether I blinked or not
Salt, my own, sat on my face
Rested on my lips before falling down
I never knew I had it in me
I cried over the death of me
My cloud had burst and the reality precipitated
My eyes had cleared then, all that was left of thee.