I don't really want to cry any more
My eyes are tired of dripping
Someone should turn off their faucets
With all of this water- they are- wasting
I reach for the sky and touch the floor
Was it always this low down?
Maybe it's just teasing me like always
My dreams seem to never be around
The stars shine as my shadows
They rain down throughout space
Time seems to have given up on me
It shows no presence on my face
I keep falling through broken windows
They must be working with the mirrors
The black kittens- not yet cats
Keep their eyes on all of my errors
I don't really want to cry any more
Maybe I'm just being childish again
When run dry- there's no need for tears
If never begun- there's no end