The tears drip down my face
saddest stories featuring Sun
Stories
Lost syllables, lost love letters, swept away into a coma of endless time.
Whiskers sparkling in the sunlight like soda bubbles.
Memories only die when you don't pass them on to others.
Sometimes life tastes like teardrops of white noise.
The internal battle of the heart and how it impacts the soul. Or are they one in the same? This is an autobiography type poem.
