The teardrops fell down, and
fall on the pillow
she cries in dark corners
where nobody goes
follow the tracks,
from her eyes to her chin
Years upon years of letting them win...
and her eyes tell a story,
of anger and pain,
Face filled with enough wrinkles,
of the paths she came along.
She showed she's happy of the realities,
but just look her again and the scars of the past,
Hidden under her clothes,
They're just a roadmap to places,
where nobody goes..
Her smile is now painted, with deep shades of tears..
She's a master of disguise and you can see it all,
Look into her eyes and read the story it says...
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