I stare at a blank paper.
It's waiting for the words to spill out,
another confession of the heart.
But what words are supposed to come out
when the heart feels dead?
There's a hole in my heart,
never saw this coming.
These tears just won't stop,
these tears are real.
I see the world through clouded eyes,
I try to blink away the tears,
but more just keep coming.
It's like these tears
will never stop...
