I seriously do not know why I wrote this. I was just on the way home from school, and this poem barged into my story writing demanding to be written. Happens a lot with most of my poetry actually. Have fun.
Harmless Little Drops
Harmless little drops
Rolling down a cheek.
Off the chin
And to the floor.
...
Harmless little drops
Filling up a room.
From the ground
And higher up.
...
Harmless little drops
Rising even higher.
Past the bottom
And then top lip.
...
Harmless little drops
Flooding a broken heart.
And maybe in its death
The constant ache will cease.
And believe me when I say I was happy when I wrote this.
Happy Canada Day!
Rebellion Author.
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