Drip Drop

Drip is the sound of blood,
drop is the sound of tears,
both falling as I run from my fears,
I run away from there,
where everything happened,
life is a cruise,
but I'm not the captain,
I have no control,
because he ripped the heart out of my chest,
now there's nothing left,
but the sound of regret.





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