Liquid Dreams

A poem...

She doesn't cry tears

she cries her dreams

that were ripped and prodded

broken at the seams

Her eyes well with

lost hopes and desires

that were lit and burnt

smoldered from the fires

Dripping down her cheeks

encased in a liquid crust

crumbled in her hands 

and drifted away like dust

Author's Note

Hope you liked it! :)