My head lies on your shoulder,
Feeling the calmness of the sea water.
I slowly close my eyes,
As it starts to form tiny tears.
Dear eyes,
Why can't you stop producing tears?
Is it because of those lies,
Or because you started to feel those fears?
Regardless of the reason,
I can't help but to feel the ache in my heart.
If your feelings changed like a season,
Are these pains can still turn into an art?
©aesdaunt
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