The Story Of My Tears

I took my tears
and spilled them in the galaxy
Now they are a bottle of ink on my desk
Which I write my story with

I took my tears
and spilled them in the galaxy
Now they are molded in the palettes
Which I paint my heart with

I took my tears
And spilled them in the galaxy
Now they are sewed in long laces
I tie my crumbling feet together with
Which help me escape the cruel reality

I took my tears
And spilled them in the galaxy
Now they are bound in between jacketed covers
Sewn together with the stars that the galaxy gifted me
Which I build my utopian world into

I took my tears
and spilled them in the galaxy
Now they are a huge mug of piping tea
Which I spend my evenings with

I took my tears
and spilled them in the galaxy
And now they are all
a happy medium
To surge out my ugly thoughts!

Source: Favim.com

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