Midnight Tears

Midnight Tears

Another midnight tear;
Fell from her shadowed fears.
With the black and white images,
Fading through the ages.

The truth of her big brown eyes;
Are covered in a black liner disguise.
As she paints her lips hooker red,
She wished she was a long time dead.

On her chest she sets a silver cross;
The golden chain has its rustic loss.
Upon her hand a ring does sit,
Just to tell her that she's a misfit.

Thoughts of her past and pain;
Leaves her sitting there with nothing to gain.
As she sits with her midnight tears,
Slowing uncovering her fears.