The whispers stop behind the door, The quite voices are no more, The night draws in like velvet black, Silent noise no twigs to crack, The rain runs down the window frame, As if it feels my same pain, I have no tears, I do not cry, These eyes of mine have long run dry, Breathing soft, eyes tight shut, Dreaming dreams no ropes to cut, My eyes are soar, darkened red, But tears don't fall, just my head,Tags: Love, Rain, Pain, Tears.
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