Teardrop

By bAkU (Jakub Krzysztof Jedrzejewski)

Vision turns blurry,

State of sadness is obscurity,

No one warned how difficult is maturity,

Gotta learn through water, dripping slowly.

Cheeks wet like grass in the morning,

Shining like stars in the night sky while everyone's snoring,

Slide down your eyes with their fleeting glory,

One after another, each one tells a story.

Behind backs, poisonous talks,

Can't break the silence, it echoes „STOP",

One sound left is another drop,

Buried in tissues scattered on the floor.

Inside you cry,

Outside still sending smiles,

Hiding behind with bitter irony,

No one sees through and your vision still blurry.

By bAkU (Jakub Krzysztof Jedrzejewski)