Volcano

I am a volcano

Emotionally

Physically 

Mentally

as the salty water sense

And now erupted

There were times I got worried

Then there were times for hiding and 

trying to make it come

but

struggling to stop them

Always has to tell the truth,, correct the wrong

make people know the rite

And then always this argument: tears might dry on their own,, but they leave a trail,, unless someone interrupts and washes the face

I know now

Background plays in this

tears are salty but it never burns the eyes,, but salty water does? logic to that

Regalo

The words

the dreams

the feelings

Never realized, never explored

bring me back to you

Charlene Soraia - Wherever you will go

Torturing with sad songs? or mending

Beautiful song

Bench number 2