Your Tears
Your tears are in the puddles
The sky
The wind
The rain
Making ripples as they hit the ground
Your Broken bones lie in the mountains
The pebbles
The caves
The stones
Arranged to make a pretty picture
Your blood flows in the rivers
The ponds
The lakes
The oceans
Disappearing as it dilutes in the water
The sky
The wind
The rain
Making ripples as they hit the ground
Your Broken bones lie in the mountains
The pebbles
The caves
The stones
Arranged to make a pretty picture
Your blood flows in the rivers
The ponds
The lakes
The oceans
Disappearing as it dilutes in the water