Maya Hershey

Rookie (5-5-1993 / Lebanon)

The Fallen Tears

Oh how salty my tears are,
when they travel so very far,
when taking this pace from eye to cheek,
I hope they fall everytime I speak.

I'm so alone, never much blessed.
Now I cry, again I messed.
My cheeks are wet,
My face is sore,

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