Poem -

Dry Tears.

Don’t tred on the back of my palms with your souls,
Allow the bleeding flesh to tear beneath our connecting tissue 
Expose me to the back of your minds sweet desires 
Don’t leave me bearing for your forgiveness
Leave me unmarked with your dry tears that no longer need my assistance for recognition,
Peel the flesh from beneath your eyes and wipe away any sort of fearful doubt of what we could of been

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@Rory Mcginlay thank you very much!