Sad Things

A single crystal tear falling onto a page

Churning the ink with sadness

Leaking from the heart

Unable to tell the difference between scarlet plumage and a drop of blood

That feeling where all hope is shrunk

From a whale to a thimble

Small and reflecting truth

A dandelion wish blown from chapped bleeding lips

To never come true

Finding a seashell with its jagged unbuffed edge

When your balloon has burst leaving you

Only a small fragmented  piece

That had been stretched too far with dreams

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