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Jun 25, 2010
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My eyes are dry
They're dry.
I promise you, my eyes are dry.
There's a drought building up inside.
Eventually, it'll end;
When all my sorrows transform
There'll be a flood
and I'll cry for years.
Oceans will spill from my skin.
Rivers will burst deep within.
I'll be stranded, heartbroken.
I'd rather they stayed bone dry
Because then I'll know you still love me.
I promise you, my eyes are dry.
There's a drought building up inside.
Eventually, it'll end;
When all my sorrows transform
There'll be a flood
and I'll cry for years.
Oceans will spill from my skin.
Rivers will burst deep within.
I'll be stranded, heartbroken.
I'd rather they stayed bone dry
Because then I'll know you still love me.
— evie.haywood, Jun 25, 2010
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Beauregard
15 years 11 months ago
Keeping the pain inside